This is my dad, at Yosemite in 1993, about nine months before he died. Until yesterday, the only pictures I’d ever seen of him were childhood photos, and a few pictures where I was 2 and he was 24. In this photo, he’s 43–a little over a year older than I am now. He died just a few days after his 44th birthday. I am deeply indebted to his widow for sending these to me.
I haven’t written much lately, both because I’m generally exhausted from work and childrearing, but also because the video game Skyrim has totally taken over my mind. I’m seriously loving this game. I need to get back to writing, but life has been so hectic lately I haven’t wanted to do so. I’ll get back to it soon.
Even though I haven’t been actually writing, I have been thinking about stories, and my recent discovery I had a brother, and meeting him, have deeply informed my thinking about my fantasy WiP. I haven’t worked on Warden’s Call in some time, because I wanted to finish Things Fall Apart: The Remembrance War I (I know, the title will almost certainly have to change), so it’s just two or three (somewhat long) chapters, which is a good thing, because meeting Jason has inspired some pretty hefty changes to the story, including a rewrite of some backstory and one character possibly changing drastically. I’ve also been jotting down short story ideas.
Back to the day job…