The Death of a Muse

Familiar Legacy mystery series

“The ones who love us never really leave us.” – J. K. Rowling

I’m sitting on my back porch, the South Mississippi air is thick and hot, an oppressive blanket that has settled over thigh-high rain-soaked grass two-weeks past its scheduled mow because the afternoon storms just keep coming, and I’m struggling to write. There are three synopses on my laptop for Trouble books I’ve yet to start, four completed first drafts of novels waiting for edits, and a grinning, wide-eyed toddler slinging bubble solution across the bricked patio with a green plastic wand longer than she is tall. All of these things matter. All these things need my attention. Yet, all I can think about is how much I miss my cat. Though the rhythm of my life has been wildly out of synch for about six years, in part due to the impact of grief, loss, trauma and…

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