{"id":16667,"date":"2022-06-09T00:01:35","date_gmt":"2022-06-09T07:01:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.themysteryofwriting.com\/?p=16667"},"modified":"2022-06-08T08:40:15","modified_gmt":"2022-06-08T15:40:15","slug":"finding-light-in-a-lost-year-pandemic-fiction","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.themysteryofwriting.com\/2022\/06\/09\/finding-light-in-a-lost-year-pandemic-fiction\/","title":{"rendered":"Finding Light in a Lost Year: Pandemic Fiction"},"content":{"rendered":"

Finding Light in a Lost Year <\/strong><\/em>by Carin Fahr Shulusky<\/p>\n

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Finding Light in a Lost Year<\/em><\/h2>\n

\"FindingRoni Wright thought she had everything; huge home, successful husband, kids, and a brilliant career.<\/p>\n

That is until the worse pandemic in 100 years swept away the shallow fa\u00e7ade of her life and she nearly lost it all. \u00a0 This is the story of how a broken family navigated the most difficult year of their lives and found hope in the middle of so much loss.<\/p>\n

You will recognize many of the things that nearly broke us all as we struggled with pandemic restrictions and the new normal. But you will cheer as they work their way out of darkness into a better world.<\/p>\n

To purchase Finding Light in a Lost Year<\/em>, click either of the following links: Amazon<\/a>\u00a0|\u00a0Barnes & Noble<\/a><\/h3>\n

Genre:<\/strong>\u00a0Family & Relationship, Biographical Fiction
\nPublished by:<\/strong>\u00a0Fossil Creek Press
\nPublication Date:<\/strong>\u00a0May 2022
\nNumber of Pages:<\/strong>\u00a0170
\nISBN:<\/strong>\u00a0978-1-7362417-2-1<\/p>\n

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Writing <\/strong>Finding Light in a Lost Year<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/h2>\n

Guest Post by Carin Fahr Shulusky<\/h3>\n

Before I began writing Finding Light in a Lost Year<\/em><\/strong>, I spent about two months contemplating the possibility.<\/p>\n

I had begun work on another book but the idea of writing a book about the pandemic just kept invading my thoughts. I spent many hours praying over which book to write first but thoughts about a book on the pandemic experiences wouldn\u2019t be still. They woke me up in the morning and filled my mind when I went to sleep. Finally, I gave into the concept and began working on the novel.<\/p>\n

I had been listening for months to different friends and family tell me how the pandemic changed their lives. Stories of offices closing, working from home with young children under foot, school closings, vacations canceled, and jobs lost overflowed my mind. I incorporated these stories and news items into a novel concept. I created a fictional family that was enjoying a rich life, before the pandemic changed it all. I started the book on Thanksgiving 2019, because I wanted the reader to experience the couple\u2019s life before the pandemic. That gave me three full months for the reader to get to know the affluent, but broken lives of the Wrights before the pandemic.<\/p>\n

I showed the couple enjoying a rich life, but ignoring the major issues that lay just beneath the surface. I wanted to show how the pandemic both brought these issues to crisis and ultimately helped them repair their unknown brokenness and find light in the year of loss.<\/p>\n

So many things happened during the pandemic I wanted people to remember how nearly apoptotic this time was. This year was filled with not only the worst pandemic in a hundred years, but with record severe weather issues and political upheaval. I added the actual statistic of the Covid infections and losses and the weather events at the end of each chapter to remind people of the real history of the time.<\/p>\n

What will people tell their children and grandchildren about the pandemic?<\/p>\n

So many experiences of my fictional family, the Wrights, were universal experiences, especially with young families. I think many people will see themselves in this story and remember their own journey through the pandemic. I hope my book will be a reminder for years to come of what it was like living through this unprecedented time.<\/p>\n

Some of the Wright\u2019s experiences were taken from my life. The Wright children\u2019s school followed a similar schedule to that of my granddaughter. My daughter created a \u201cpod\u201d for her daughter to study online with other children, just like Roni Wright. My son traveled to Seattle in May of 2020 for a job with Boeing, just like Roni\u2019s brother. I have a sister, Mary who was the model for Roni\u2019s Aunt Mary.<\/p>\n

My family and I spent many blissful days at \u201cAunt Mary\u2019s\u201d lovely pool in the country when all other avenues of recreation were closed. I know people who found houses to rent on a lake, far away from other people, for a pandemic vacation. While it is fiction, there is much that is extracted from my experiences. It\u2019s hard to keep my own experiences out of my writing. It is my hope that all this makes it more real than fiction.<\/p>\n

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Excerpt Finding Light in a Lost Year<\/em><\/span><\/h2>\n

April 2020 \u2013 When It Rains, It Pours<\/strong><\/p>\n

On April 1, I picked up my calendar, as I did at the beginning of every month\u2014usually to see what we had coming up and to schedule more\u2014and started crossing off everything. I had already crossed off the March trip to Paris. Now I crossed off this month\u2019s planned trip to the banking conference in San Francisco. I slashed through the conference in New York. And with a little more pain, I crossed off the two Broadway shows to which I had tickets. An old college girlfriend was going to go with me to one and Dan the other. Broadway closed. New York closed. All crossed off, as was the St. Louis Symphony concert to which we had tickets. Canceled. Hockey, canceled. Three birthday parties, canceled. My appointment at the nail salon, canceled. Hairdresser, canceled. Canceled, canceled, canceled. April was looking so gloomy.<\/p>\n

The only exercise I was getting was walking through one of our beautiful parks with the kids. Sometimes, we took bikes and rode a trail. But with April came gloom and rain and even that little bit of escape became impossible. Then the St. Louis County Executive closed all county parks. We were now required to wear a mask if we were out in public, especially indoors, and to stay six feet apart wherever we were. The gloom was growing daily. My life had no order. We were in free fall.<\/p>\n

On April 9, we got a big shot in the arm, as it were, when $2,400 appeared in our checking account\u2014a gift from the U.S. government. Officially the money was part of the Economic Impact Payment, but the payments were more often called stimulus checks. We just called it salvation. Like many families, we weren\u2019t sure how we would make ends meet. This money was a gift from heaven\u2014or the government, depending on your point of view.<\/p>\n

By the second week of April, our school district was making an effort at learning. They asked parents to pick up \u201chome learning packets\u201d from the school. When I drove up to the school, someone handed me the packet for our kids\u2019 grade levels. But when I got home, there was little explanation about the work. It was terribly disorganized and made little sense to me. Katlin wanted to learn more, and Oliver wanted to learn less. I just wanted more alcohol. Lots more. I decided hard times called for hard alcohol. Wine was OK now with lunch, but by dinner time, I needed a cocktail.<\/p>\n

I set up a place in the basement family room for the kids to study. I tried hard to make Oliver work on letters and sight words. He would work with me for maybe thirty minutes, then he\u2019d start disrupting everything I did. He\u2019d rip papers and run away. Meanwhile, Katlin was trying to figure out her lessons with great frustration. She didn\u2019t know what was wanted of her, and I couldn\u2019t figure it out either. Oliver did everything in his considerable ability to disrupt our efforts. Most sessions ended with all three of us crying.<\/p>\n

Not only was I failing at trying to teach my kids, I was failing at keeping them out of Nathan\u2019s living room office. Every time Oliver ran away from me, he ran right into one of Nathan\u2019s meetings. No order. No peace. No joy.<\/p>\n

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Carin Fahr Shulusky<\/span><\/h2>\n

\"FindingCarin Fahr Shulusky<\/strong> was born and raised in west St. Louis County. She attended the University of Missouri, Columbia, where she received a B.J (Bachelor of Journalism). After college she worked in advertising for GE and Monsanto. She was the first professional woman in her division of each. After 25 years in Marketing, she created her own firm, Marketing Alliance.<\/p>\n

She was president of Marketing Alliance, from 2002 \u2013 2014. She is a past-president of the Business Marketing Association of St. Louis. Carin Fahr is married to Richard Shulusky. They have two grown children and one marvelous granddaughter. Grandma Carin has a life long love of cooking, even writing her own cookbook.<\/p>\n

In 2014 Carin retired to devote full time to writing. Her first book, In the Middle was inspired by her own battle to care for her beloved mother, Dorothy Fahr. Many of the stories Carrie Young\u2019s mother tells her in In the Middle came from Carin\u2019s mother. Carin is a lifelong member of, Pathfinder Church in Ellisville, Missouri, where she volunteers in early childhood.<\/p>\n

Find Carin Online: carinshulusky.com<\/a>, Goodreads<\/a>, Instagram – @cshulusky<\/a>, Twitter – @shulusky<\/a> &\u00a0Facebook<\/a><\/h3>\n
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