Remembering my father's birthday today, I recall struggling to finish SPIRIT OF THE TURTLE WOMAN. While writing it, both mom and dad died within 24 days of each other. Mom first, then my dad just "quit." He died of mourning, though they say a brain aneurysm. SPIRIT OF THE TURTLE WOMAN was a difficult book to finish. To use a cliche,it was an albatross around my neck. That book comes back to me so strongly whenever it is their birthday or on the dates they passed away. There were so many raw emotions poured in the writing. I both hated and loved the book.