Yes, caregiver fatigue is a thing. I was warned to watch for it, but that wasn’t necessary, it walked up and smacked me between the eyes. The deal is simple, there’s the extra effort required to assist someone in recovery, plus double the chores at home, and the thing is, there’s no way you can keep up.
That’s the hard part, admitting to yourself you can’t do it all, you just can’t. So, having accepted that I can’t get it all done, I’ve chosen to ignore a few things. (Excessively large dust bunnies, towering weeds in the garden, etc.) Instead I have squeezed out a few minutes to write each day.
On that note, rejoice, for the Sequel to SUVI will soon be here. All edits and rewrites are finished and we’re working on a cover. So, here’s SUVI and where to find her, as well as a peek into the opening pages of ECHO.
Excerpt from ECHO:
Struggling to draw breath, Morthel forced down the well of sorrow and fear. Gently patting the cold dead form of her lover, she fought to draw breath and continue her diary entry. “Antha has gone now, she has not drawn a breath for some time, and she grows cold. I’m the last survivor.
“It’s only been a day since the asteroid hit the planet, stripping away much of the atmosphere and pushing us out in the system to a deeper orbit. The power has failed, and the cold of space is creeping in.
“The collision destroyed two-thirds of the fleet, so only a chosen few could leave the planet. Even though thousands were killed by the quakes, some people still had to remain behind. I lost the draw of lots, and sweet Antha wouldn’t go without me. She stayed with me and so we will lie here, side by side for all eternity.
“I hope someone will find this diary one day and know by it all the joys of the colony, and of its sudden and unexpected demise.” She pulled her dead lover closer as the racking cough from breathing the frozen atmosphere took her life, the diary still gripped tightly in a hand that no longer trembled from the cold.
Time passed, and the broken colony lay quiet on the surface of a planet that could no longer sustain life. Ages rolled by while the small shelters gazed toward the sparkling stars, the feeble light of the now distant sun no longer able to warm the planet. Eventually, even the beacons failed and stopped sending out their pleas for help, dust settled, and bodies disappeared beneath it.
Eons passed before the silent shelters felt another footstep, but these were larger feet of a different species, and even if the machines had power, the strange new voices would not have been able to activate them.
So there you go, good readers. We’re hoping for a release in early November, but nothing has been nailed down there as yet. Anyway, I hope this has whetted your appetite for more SUVI stories. If you have already read and enjoyed SUVI, could you help me out by dropping a review on Amazon? And if you haven’t read it yet, well, get cracking before the sequel comes out.
Until next time