Last year was supposed to be the big breakout year.
Instead, it turned into the year of pain and death.
Lost FOUR direct family members, about one every two months. One of my oldest friends died at the hands of an incompetent surgeon during a routine operation.
Adding insult and injury, our sweet Aussie Shepherd died.
Milady had to have two operations.
My youngest daughter was in the middle of the troubles in the Middle East (Walked out smelling like roses. An unbelievably complex story involving the Tunisian Godmother, a French nunnery, my manipulating a foreign air force, and more weirdness than a heart valve should be asked to endure.).
And I went on several massive publicity tours, culminating in so much physical damage I wound up being grounded on threat of amputation.
But my work's never looked better, they say.
After Ever, a short story I did, comes out in a collection this month from Blackwyrm. They're thinking about starting a line of children's books based on it.
Hero House (Busty super-heroine horror humor) is being released for Gencon and looks good.
And Milady and I are inching towards our 28th anniversary.
I can't believe a goddess still puts up with me.
Listening to: The Brain Box Collection
Reading: Sumomomo Momomo
Watching: Darkwing Duck v1
Playing: It fast and loose
Eating: Sugar free popsicle
Drinking: Over iced generic diet caffiene free soda