"There is no good that does not come from bad." - Old Spanish Saying
Divorce sucks. Especially if the act is handed to you on a platter without a choice. At the very least it made me see who my real friends are. They came out of the woodwork to rescue me from my worst enemy- myself.
The greatest thing about this is that I am editing the hurricane novel. Written years before Katrina, it is difficult to revisit those old friends sitting on the Porch facing Bayou St. John.
It is not easy editing something that a 'past-self' has written- especially with a sprained thumb (yes the right one, the one I use on the space bar). But among the true friends that I have discovered are the fictional ones as well. I had given up on the novel because I thought I was no longer the man that wrote it. Alas perhaps that man is returning.