Coming Back Slow…
I dearly wish to write something worth reading, but anything of substance escapes me. The one thing that seems most helpful is this:
IF YOU AIN’T DEPRESSED, YOU’RE NOT PAYING ATTENTION.
If you feel bad, it only means you’re still feeling. Drink plenty of fluids, wash your hands, watch cartoons when you can.
A list of what all has gone wrong this year could be provided, but then we would all be profoundly depressed. There is always more bottom to be seen.
On the plus side, I’ve returned to my day job, working from home on my kitchen table, though that is going to be temporary. The costume shop has reopened. Everyone there has had to get a pedicure because we’re hanging on by our toenails. No-one knows if there is even going to be a Halloween this year to put us in the black.
I’ve pecked away at my steampunk WIP, but only enough to keep it from scabbing over and healing. My Evil Empire in Stronghold Kingdoms, however, is flourishing from the attention it has received.
And, oh yes, almost forgot: my cancer has returned after only three months.
The approach is surgical at this point. In two weeks. I’ll go into the hospital to have the tumor and a section of my colon removed. We could go into details, but let us just say that the doctor’s lectures and take home materials have provided rich new fields for body horror.
I’ve been consistently posting on my anti-social media. That is mostly blipverts for my books and writerlifts, but it proves to the greater world that I’m Not Dead Yet. I even have a giveaway for my first book, Camp Arcanum, going on over the Independence Day weekend. For those who really want to cheer me up, and they don’t have my online location to send Squirrel GIFs, reading and reviewing the new editions of my books would do me wonders. All it will cost is some time and attention for book number one.
Rising above my crass writer’s instincts, I would like to sincerely thank everyone for all the love and concern you have shown for me and mine. My image of myself is as a black-clad observer on this planet, fading into the background until all you see is the mustache and the hat. The outpouring of feelings left me touched and confused.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
And, considering my disease, the heart of my bottom…
