I've heard that writing can serve as a catharsis and I'm about to find out if that's true. 

Since last November, I've lost a grandson, divorced my husband of 47 years and moved nearly 1,500 miles to the Texas Gulf Coast. During that period and several months before, I was unable to write although I was in the midst of my 23rd book, a novel set in the Wyoming outback. I also watched sales of my books plummet because I wasn't online promoting them.

Kyle, my handsome, college-educated grandso...