A lot has happened since I last wrote a #Mondayblogs.

My longtime book cover designer, dear friend, and more…was diagnosed with leukemia. He only lived ten days after that diagnosis and had only had a few chemo treatments. When he suddenly died in the hospital, no one expected that to happen. Not his doctors, not his mom and siblings, not his other friends, not his longtime roommate/ex-gf, and certainly not me.

Three weeks later, I am still in shock. I am angry. I am sad. And I am…different.

It seems strange, but I am different because he is not here. For years, almost every night, except in the last week of his life—because he did not have the breath to speak or the strength to text me—we said good night to each other between two and four a.m. unless we were already together on some adventure.

Now, the fulcrum has turned, turned, turned, and at only age 54, he is gone from this plane of existence.

How I miss him. How I knew him. How I loved him.

He was my writing muse and I was his photography muse.

Thank you for reading this. I have books to write. They will be different. As I am different now. I am gathering my stones together. My books are my stones.

The new books will still be in my voice. As always.

Tonight, please tell someone you love them. Before the turning comes.