A Year of “Tears”

It’s been a journey…
I started Tears last August, right after I turned in Longings. I wrote all through August while I helped my father recover after he blacked out and crashed the car.
I sat next to my mother’s hospital bed after her stroke, and I wrote on the plane coming and going from her funeral in September to keep from sobbing among strangers.
I wrote even while angry that Longings had been refused by Amazon, and Memories banished to the “adult dungeon”, because of the word “slave.”
I wrote for 5 weeks while I was out of work and thanked the gods that my writing could support us. Most of that writing I erased.
I put my pen down long enough to take my sweet kitty to the vet to be put to sleep, after cancer had invaded her body. And I stopped writing at all after the election.
Parin and Mercer stopped talking to me for months.
I did take up the pen long enough to do a short story for the Black Light Valentine Roulette anthology. And then I put it down again because my son was drowning in school and needed us every night to help him survive.
Finally, in late May, my defiant slave and her exasperated Master spoke to me again.
It’s been a year of grief and sorrow and stress, and I can’t think of a better name for this book.  I hope you think it’s worth the wait.


Michael Andrews

Puppies.  Always end with puppies. Or kittens.

6 thoughts on “A Year of “Tears”

  1. I know exactly how you feel and my heart goes out to you. I lost both of my brothers and a nephew in a span of 13 months and unfortunately that is just the beginning, but I digress. Nothing takes away the pain and agony but I send you lots and lots of love and prayers. Glad that you are getting back on track, it HELPS!
    Love and Hugs


  2. So sorry to hear you have had such a sad year I know how hard it is. I also had to have my lovely cat put to sleep because he also had cancer. So glad to see you’re starting to write again. I love your books. Looking forward to reading Tears

    Keep strong. All the very best


    1. Our feline friends sure become part of us, don’t they? For months we left her food bowl and toys right where they had been. And then this spring, she sent Brisco to us to help heal our hearts, and he has. 🙂


  3. All the cliches about loss and death are inadequate or inappropriate or insufficient. I send you a virtual hug and please know that I will hold you in the light.
    And get an extra rub to each of our 3 cats.


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