Or rather typing again, finally. I could go on and on about the trials and distractions of my life, but we all have them and, somehow, we overcome the difficulties and keep making steps into the next day. In a nutshell, I am now on my own and I have moved to Colorado. Is this what I want? Define 'want'. Yeah, we all have difficulties and have to figure out how to keep making that step into the next day. I came back to Colorado in the middle of May, almost two months ago exactly, having sold my casita and split the proceeds with my spouse so we both could 'get on with our lives' whatever that means. To fully disclose this split was driven by me, but I feel the desire to was equal. We still like each other, so we've got that, but we just can't live with each other's foibles. I got a dog, she got a dog. The split is, so far, amicable, but leaves me a little sad, truth be told.
So writing. On Fraser II? On the final chapter of TZC? Not just yet. I think I need to get back into the swing of things and fear jumping right in where I left off might be a folly I can ill afford in these perilous mental times. So I'm working on a project I have had in mind for many, many years and never spoke about. There are zombies and the undead play a significant role. Let me word-smith a bit of this and I will get back to the things I know I owe you readers.
Other news. I survived COVID...maybe. I mean family members (in my household) tested positive, but I never did and I got the vax like a responsible human being does. I also got a puppy, the timing was such that he could be called a pandemic puppy...except I had to 'order' him 6 months in advance and really I was just giving it a little time since the death of my last dog before I got a new one. Another Labrador, I do like them, this one is golden, leaving only the ‘silver haired’ variety left for me to acquire. Like Pokémon, I gotta catch them all, right? Soon after ‘Mister Peanut Butter’ joined my (still intact) family my spouse got ‘Jelly’ and it was rough separating as I love Jelly and he loved me. Ironically MPB loved my spouse to a high degree too, but neither of us wanted to swap dogs, so we left the institution with our own in hand.
Now I am living in an apartment just above the ‘meh’ level and ‘Finding Myself’, whatever that means. I think it means writing again though, so you may be in luck.
Both the final TZC novel and the next super-hero book still remain at about 80% and 50% done, with only ‘The City of Brass’ being on the dung heap of ‘start over’. I’ll keep you post on how things go and have high hops of getting my ‘shit’ together before the end of the year. Maybe I’ll even blog more.