Quinn Quicksilver, abandoned at three days old on a desert highway in Arizona, eventually makes his way to a Catholic orphanage, where he finds stability and peace. He likes the sisters and the friends he's made, until his best friend is murdered by the father who abandoned him. Quinn is left bereft in an unforgiving universe.
After graduation, Quicksilver takes a job on a magazine writing about the benefits of living in Arizona. Everything is normal, things heading in the right direction, until one morning he is driven by a strange compulsion to an abandoned building where he finds a rare and expensive coin. From that moment on, Quinn is led by destiny and compulsion to save the universe in a way he could never have expected. No spoilers here. Dean Koontz is one of my top five writers. I love his style. Adore it actually. He places interesting words in the most innocuous places, taking the readers from the story, BUT it doesn't matter because a true fan (like me) knows it is coming and pretty soon will have a new word to add to their vocabulary. Quicksilver is typical Koontz; characters you get attached to fighting evil in unique situations. The writing is quick and easy, the excitement never-ending. Koontz is a unique writer. He uses words like others use paint brushes. Horror is not his only genre and if you haven't checked out his other books, I encourage you to do so. Thank you, Dean, for making my evenings exciting enough to forget to go to sleep. Coming back after the loss of my husband has not been an easy process. It is a process of grief coming and going like the waves of an ocean. I don't know which is worse, death or unwanted divorce. In many ways the same process must be gone through to come out the other side according to my unwanted divorced friends. Thankfully, that is one thing I haven't experienced. Lest I downplay the death of a spouse, I want people to know it is hard. I have never experienced anything like it and hope I never will again. There have been times I have wanted to die. Times when life is no longer worth living in this bleak dark hole I've built for myself. The month of August is the worst. Saturday before last, it was two years since my husband passed but it felt like yesterday, until the grief lifted, and I could see light again. Which would be why I haven't posted on my blog or on Facebook for the month. Every day I relive the process, but my grief counselor assures me my reaction is entirely normal. Some might disagree with my fanatical grasp on life during which I've learned to kayak, hike, camp, fish, I love fishing, but want to learn how to fly fish and how to drive our/now my boat. I have overcome every challenge I've set for myself, and I am proud that I have. It hasn't been easy, but I've met so many interesting people and learned so many things about being alone that those lessons could seriously become a book. I know more about online dating that I ever thought possible. I haven't done it and doubt I ever will, but my friends have and damn, the courage they have to find a partner is amazing. They, well, one in particular has been going through men like M&Ms. Until finally, just when I thought she was going to give up, she finds Mister Perfect. Thank God. Her stories were far more sad than happy. Thankfully, those days are over. At least for now. Then there is the drama of on again off again relationships. It feels like high school if that is at all possible at our age. Still, it is fun to watch life assert itself. I like to think of myself as a watcher and as long as my friends don't mind me recording their experiences for future use, I am good with the status. Watching is so much better than participating. Couldn't take the heartache. My intention is to start updating my blog preferably on Monday of each week. I'd also like to get my stats back up and my book sales in addition to marketing. I created a place in my backyard (see above) where I can sit and write peaceably. I sit in my swing and stare at the trees with a calm mind. I don't find the need to blast through life as much anymore. For a while all my new hobbies blackened any attempts to write though I did finish one book and am halfway done on the next. How I did that I have no idea. I hope the friendships I've made and the ones I've reawakened will live on until I'm no longer here. It is good to have friends, better to have friends who want to live, and best to have friends to whom you can say, I love you, and not be embarrassed. Lake Wildwood Widows Group: There is life after death. #widow #cancer #grief #griefrecovery10/16/2021
I call us the Lake Wildwood Widow's Club and I often think about writing a book including our very different stories. I promised them that when the time comes, I will change their names and they are good with that.
Strangely, grief creates needs and wants very different from what you needed and wanted in a marriage. You crave the connection with other women who have been though the same experience. And although we all have different ways of experiencing grief, it so happens that pretty much what we all go through has bridges to connect us with other bridges that forge bonds with those we do not know. While grief is different it is still much the same. I didn't start to heal until I hooked up with other women going through the grief process. You learn you are not going crazy, though there are times when I still wonder, and most of all that while you are not going through the same thing at the same time, they have been where you are now. My first attempt was that first September a year ago when I went to a widow's luncheon. COVID happened and that was that. I hooked up again in July and we went to dinner and from there it morphed into the kayaking club and so on. Out of that experience, bonding became friendships, and there is much to say about friendship. I went to my class reunion where I connected with other friends I haven't seen for decades. While none of those experiences diminish my grief, it does add a dimension to my life I had been missing. It has been a difficult ride but I am glad I have had the experience of making and connecting with friends. I was having a discussion the other day with an extended family member who asked me why I wasn't afraid of other people there being COVID and all. I reached way down inside myself to find my answer and I told her I can no longer live my life in fear. When you think about it, we all have a 100% expiration date. I cannot see sitting in my house staring at a television. In fact, I have developed a phobia about television. I told her the quickest way to do away with COVID was to turn off the television and live your life. And never ever watch the news. It's nothing but fear porn. I keep a mask handy and carry my wipes. That is all the concession they will get out of me. And I really don't mind. The mask keeps me from touching my face and the gel keeps my hands germ free. I haven't had a cold or the Delta strain at all. Proof enough for me the mask works. I think they got the narrative wrong. Instead of telling people the mask blocks viral particles which is a lie, though it does help with coughing, the BIGGEST thing the mask does is to keep you from touching your face with virus riddled hands. How hard is that to understand? It's the truth. אין פחד |
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