I’m Not Dead
But I AM a fan of British comedy.
I haven’t posted here in a while. Some of you have noticed. There is a reason for this. Well, two reasons, but one vastly overshadows the other.
Dad got sick.
He found out late last year that he had leukemia and a slow-growing sort of lymphoma. He didn’t tell us about it until after the Christmas holidays (mom’s still pissed about that). Neither of the cancers are horribly serious forms (a nurse friend of mine described his version of leukemia as “about as serious as a broken leg”). However, the term “serious” takes on a different meaning when you’re talking about a man in his early 80’s. Dad’s tough, and he’s gone through the chemo well, but there’s been a vastly increased demand on my time, often at random. He recently caught himself some pneumonia and spent damn near a month in the hospital; he’s still not totally out of the woods, but he’s doing better. To top it all off, there were also some drug interactions that led to him contracting diabetes. Seriously, this is the gift that keeps on giving.
Dad is in good spirits. He got to see some of his other children a couple weeks back, kids that he hasn’t seen in two years or so. With the right food and nursing from mom, along with the medical community, he’s doing as well as could be hoped at the moment.
It’s impacted my writing schedule, folks. I’m not saying that in a whiny way; it’s just how things are. In May I didn’t publish anything at all and my sales took a pretty serious hit. The energy has come back as dad has improved, and I’m adjusting to not knowing precisely when I might be called away from the keyboard. A person can adjust to anything. It helps that my complaints are petty compared to what dad’s going through; I can remind myself of that when I get pissy.
I want to thank the fans for sticking with my books, and particularly the kind comments on this blog in the last few silent months. I have kept writing, and today I finished the second in what I think is going to be the “Staying in Vegas” trilogy. I’m also going to be branching out into less boob-oriented fiction under my real name, but I doubt that I’ll abandon the smut just yet.
See you guys around. Any kind thoughts or prayers directed toward my dad’s recovery are appreciated in advance. Cheers!