Joyce, my agent of nearly 15 years, has finally closed her agency. She has spent more time in hospitals and rehab this year than at home and she and her son, who is also an agent, finally made the difficult decision to retire. I’m sad but understand. They have a 3-story house in Pittsburgh with carpeting which is not conducive to a walker or wheelchair, so don’t know what they will finally decide to do. As a writer, I am now at a crossroads. Do I also retire or do I find someone else to represent me and how do I do that? I have another book I want to write, half written, but feel a bit at loose ends. As a believer in Christ, I needed to lay this at His feet and trust Him to lead me in the right direction. He doesn’t always hang out neon signs and one can get impatient in the waiting process. I’ve been writing since I was 12 years old and it’s hard to stop now. Joyce saw me through 14 books and I miss her input and expertise. I know she must go another direction now.
As a wise person once said, “All good things must come to an end.” Like most writers, I have a file drawer full of research and book ideas, that I may never get to. But who knows, the Lord might just have a surprise up His sleeve!
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