I should be giving you the next installment in either Rogue Magic or Dark Fate (Grant in Portugal.) I should…
There is about a million things I should be doing, instead of telling you I should. Here’s the thing: whatever writing (or other business) is accomplished these days is accomplished in mad working dashes between spots of feeling not so good and being unable to muster the energy to do anything.
Normally this would be a bad sign, but the dashes are growing and the spots shrinking, so we’re on an upward trend. Which is good, because still on the up slope of 50 it shouldn’t be this bad.
The thyroid is being treated (I think we’re nearing right dosage) and the eczema is not erupting as frequently (which is good because pred made me gain weight and lose my hair, which is NOT the look I was going for.) I’m getting back into regular walking and the asthma strikes less — yesterday I managed not to use the rescue inhaler even once.
Guardian is progressing, though interrupted by a bunch of crazy body-crap. When it’s done, I’ll finish the fourth Dyce (An inlaid Death) and get it up, then do two Darkships as fast as I can, so you guys don’t die waiting. I have a Black Tide novel to write, also, but frankly I want to do something in my worlds for a change. Then there’s the Dragons, something called Mirrorplay (taking the name of an old fantasy novel which will probably be called Horse and Bull or Igniting the Stars or something when it comes out.) and then… well, there’s the second of vampire musketeers, the sixth of musketeer mysteries (though the sales on that don’t encourage me to write a ton more. We’ll see) and eventually more Tudor queens.
All I want for next year is a body that doesn’t crash every two weeks like clockwork, and we’ll be fine.
On the home front, we think it will be two more years with the boys (at least partially) on the paycheck. When they fly solo, it should stop our sudden money crunches and depletion of savings and THAT will be less stress, which in turn might help the health.
For the foreseeable future I’ll continue working for PJM (links to the two articles this week here and here.) Unless they kick me out, of course. If you have anything you want me to write about, please send me a note. I might or might not cover it, but particularly if it’s related to something recent I very well might. I’m not as plugged in to daily news as I should be, because… well, look at my work schedule.
On Rogue Magic, I’m rewriting it third person because it’s cleaner, and also cleaning up the plot. I’ll put up the revised “to now” version, then finish it here on Saturdays. The same with Dark Fate, which I’ll do after I finish Guardian (only you know, not changing it to third person. I don’t know what day I’ll do it. It might end up crammed on Sundays, who knows.)
So, that’s where things are. Other than being seriously frustrated with my body, I’m okay. Yes, I’m sure when medical son moves out I’ll get fewer viruses. Though he’s doing his clinical year, so we only see him minutes a day, I’m sure he brings home stuff to share. OTOH if I can exercise and get healthier, I’ll withstand the onslaught better.
Anyway, I’ll leave you to have fun (I know you guys can) and go work.