Amidst some personal struggles, and as an attempt to reorient ourselves, hubby and I decided to extend our newly acquired rock climbing hobby to canyoneering. Canyoneering is pretty much hiking on crack. You traverse through a canyon: hiking, sliding down slopes on your butt, and rappelling. Lots of rappelling. Rappelling on wet, slippery rope down waterfalls ... It took some getting used to. There's something liberating, though, knowing your life is literally in your own hands, even if it is a false sense of control. Brake hand! Needless to say, I'm much more of a drama queen than my husband is, though this is a man that described skydiving as relaxing. Also, I'm a waaaay bigger scaredy cat than he is. I will continue to seek adventures, but I've embraced the power of saying, "Nope, not doing that one." See, further growing pains. Or a healthy survival instinct, call it what you may. ;)
Finally, I'm finding myself coming full circle in my writing journey. It's a nerdy confession, and judge if you must, but my first writing projects started on fanfiction.net, paying tribute to novels I adored by creating short pieces that showed beloved characters after 'the end'. One of those projects was a collaboration with a dear cyber buddy, and in an effort to kick start my silent muse, I've agreed to write a sequel with him, a second collaborative effort. I have full intentions of completing Desert Dreams, and I also have a couple of other Paranormal Erotic Tales in the works- but just like the stream in a canyon, it's possible to split and follow two paths, all the while flowing to the same destination.
Wishing you all well! And Namaste for you yogis out there.