A Short January Update

It’s been a busy month, as evidenced by the lack of posts until now, roughly five minutes before month’s end. I’ve written a couple of short stories, made a long trip home to North Carolina, and done a lot of work at the day job, among other things. But as for blogging? Mostly what lays in front of me are topics I’m not ready to post about, topics I don’t want to post about, or topics that seem, well, rather frivolous, or self-indulgent. Maybe next month I’ll be able to blog more on some of the things whirling around my head.

I mentioned that 2013 was going to be a rough year, and it’s already started off that way: Mom’s in at-home hospice care, and the cancer has reappeared in her brain. And much like waiting for a post on this blog, life kind of seems like a waiting game. Waiting for news, waiting for diagnoses, waiting to see what happens next and what we need to do to knock down the next crisis, because nobody knows exactly what it’s going to be or when it’s going to occur.

I’ve been writing some letters to politicians to follow up on my post-Sandy Hook gun control posts. I’d like to finish those in February. And I’d like to plot out a novel next month, too, so I can start writing it in March. We’ll see whether any of it happens.

But I’m around, alive, in good health, with good friends and family supporting both me and my family, and I suppose that’s about all I can ask for. And I’m still writing. Maybe there’ll be some good news on that front I can post about in the next month. I think I’m also going to apply to Clarion, although I have no idea whether I’ll actually be able to make it this year. From the folks I know who’ve been, it seems like a wonderful experience, and I’d love to partake.

And that’s about all I have to post for now. If I write more, this might turn into a woe-is-me post; I’ve pretty much avoided those, and anyway, there are people out there for whom things are way worse than me. But cheerfulness seems phony, too. So for now, it’s one day at a time.