This is not an announcement that I’m quitting.
I feel the need to say that because I know you, cartoon critters, and you panic easily.
It’s just an announcement that I’m….. tired.
It’s been one damned thing after another for…. ten years? I was never a happy warrior. I’m simply a crazy warrior. I defend the last redoubt tirelessly, but it doesn’t make me happy about it.
And when everything you predict would happen happens, you start getting tired. Honestly, Cassandra didn’t need the kicking around, she probably kept giving it to herself. “How could I have made them listen?”
(Okay not everything but a significant number of important things, both in field and out.)
It occurred to me last night that I’m exhausted. I’m writing short stories in my worlds (well, the ones that are going to have more books soon) and the stories are there, but I’m so…. tired.
This too shall pass. We now have a functional bathroom. And I’m getting ready for Christmas — a weird Christmas with not even a tree (Hey, we found them yesterday, but which box would we set it up ON.) — and I’ll finish the story today and —
The attacks are relentless, so we must be tireless.
But we’re flesh and blood.
I’m going to concentrate on fiction until the first week of January. There will be posts, but they might not be meaty.
Can you send me guest posts? So I can keep things to maybe 3 posts or 4 a week? For the first month of the year while I catch up on fiction and get some stories off my head. So I’m ready when the next hit comes. So I remember who I am.
And I’ll try to learn to be tireless.