Return of the Laurel

Okay, I’ve allowed myself some pensive days during my recovery from Covid-19. Now it’s time to get with the program at hand: The return of the person known as Laurel Anne Hill to her prior productive state of mind. Not that I’ve been unproductive for the past week, quarantining with and happily cooking for my eldest step son, whom I accidentally infected before I knew Covid-19 had caught me. My “normal” state, however, tends to be one of gross over-productivity: succumbing to the impulse to go way beyond what’s needed.

I sip the last drops of wine from my glass. Dinner’s officially over. I offer another prayer of thanks for food, housing, church, family, friends, vaccinations, boosters and antivirals. I pray for all who have lost loved ones to death, whatever the cause. The face of my beloved David drifts into my thoughts. Nearly five-and-one-half years have passed since cancer claimed him.

I’ve caught up on the bills today. Taken care of some of my regular donations. A load of laundry swishes in the washer. One grocery run awaits me in the morning.

I gaze over the crest of my laptop’s screen at my mother-in-law’s old mahogany buffet. The elephant in the room (in the form of my third novel) stares at me from its bookstand. I sigh. We both know it’s time for me to crawl out of my covid cave and start publicizing this book again. Plague of Flies: Revolt of the Spirits, 1846 has no ability to leap into the hands of potential readers and sell itself. Too bad. Plague did win award number eleven for me at the end of June. I found out the good news several days before Covid-19 landed on the doorstep of my respiratory system.

Chanticleer International Book Awards (CIBA):
OZMA Fantasy Fiction 2021 Grand Prize

Have you read my book? If so, please go to Amazon and post your honest review. What you liked and what you didn’t.

Thank you,

Laurel Anne Hill
Author and Former Underground Storage Tank Operator