I’m having the “I was doing something ten seconds ago, where did it go?” thing.
One of our very close friends (have been friends for 21 years, our kids grew up together, the four of us formed our first writers’ group, we all got published within a year of each other — that type of friends. In fact the only family we have nearby for all intents and purposes) has been battling cancer for three years.
When the last chemo stopped working, they put him on track for experimental therapy, but through what appears to have been some internal confusion, it was delayed 8 weeks. He seemed to be holding stable, but started internal bleeding overnight Friday to Saturday.
The good news is that — after surgery — he’s now out of ICU. The bad news is that he’s still very very ill and being carefully watched.
Needless to say, we hope that they can finesse the transition from post op to chemo without hurting him and that the new treatment is a rousing and amazing success. We’re praying in that direction, in fact. MEANWHILE I’m sorry — I got the news yesterday morning, and since then my head has been made of particularly holey Swiss Cheese. I meant to write the chapter after we went to the hospital to see how he passed the night, but even though the news is good, I find I just want to sleep.
I might take a nap and then see if I can finish revising Witchfinder, but I don’t think I can do new and creative work. Not today.
I’m very sorry. I’ve been posting chapters for two years (two novels) at my blog and I only usually miss four or five weeks a year, but I know it’s a pain for you and I apologize.
Sarah
Mad Genius Club 
17 responses to “I Am Afraid it will have to be next weekend”
The better I get to know you, the more I find out you’re doing. Don’t sweat this one. Rest up, heal up, get up and kick some more backside.
Oh, I’m ignoring a deluge of comments, which I’ll spam later, over at ATH. It appears both Wonkette and another of their dens of idiocy issued a “kill order” because I’m pompous and “having a meltdown.” I suspect pompous means “We had to use the dictionary” but “having a meltdown” puzzles me. I thought I was just mildly testy? Besides, I don’t have meltdowns. I attack.
I’m pretty sure “meltdown” translates to “making definite and definitive statements.” Most people, most of the time, seem to look to weasel out of things. Hence the leftists’ penchent for making statements they can then weasel out of. When someone does make a declaration, they get all confused. I’d be depressed if I didn’t view them as “those who won’t likely have descendents.” Seriously, as we’re all descended from conquerors, and conquerors are the crafty ones, they likely won’t be furnishing us with the next generation. And certainly not the generation after that.
Just another attack– they really like to call those they disagree with crazy in various ways.
In hopes we’ll shut up. LOL. Been quiet TOO LONG.
You’ve got nothing to apologize for. And Wonkette is a craphole blog. There’s expressing opinions, and poop-flinging. Wonkette falls into the latter category.
Wow. I read that blog post, and about all I can think of is “Congradulations!”
I wonder if it would change her opinion any to know you are a “real” published science fiction author?
Probably not, since it’s Baen.
On Sun, Aug 18, 2013 at 3:23 PM, madgeniusclub wrote:
> ** > accordingtohoyt commented: “Oh, I’m ignoring a deluge of comments, > which I’ll spam later, over at ATH. It appears both Wonkette and another of > their dens of idiocy issued a “kill order” because I’m pompous and “having > a meltdown.” I suspect pompous means “We had to use the diction” >
I’m also published by at least one of their darlings Bantam. But no, it wouldn’t. They can’t change their opinion because it would mean all who disagree with them AREN’T dumb.
I’ll note the woman got like 100k advance for a book (I kid you not) and had to give it back because the book was so badly written it couldn’t be published. Eh.
blog writing =/= book writing.
No indeed. Like a sprinter is not the same as marathoner. I’m actually drawers at blog writing, even fully rested, because I don’t do short. Interestingly, I once was a marathoner. Sucked as a sprinter.
I have a website that I had been updating every week between July 2005 and March 2010. Everyone understood why I took a break of three weeks and in fact, I started making updates again from my hospital room. Fans and friends understand these things, I wish your friend well.
I think everyone can understand that some things are a lot more important than whether we get the next chapter. I hope your friend has success with the next treatments.
The real world is more important than a fiction chapter. Kind thoughts headed up that way, and enjoy your rest.
In my family, we call friends like that “related by love.” And they get just as many prayers and anxious moments as the ones related by blood and marriage. Prayers on the way…
Yes. We have a sign by the back door that says “Friends are the family you choose” and Alan is like my husband’s brother, really, the closest friend each has ever had. Plus Alan’s youngest son is my younger son’s “brother of another mother”. They’re three months apart and when they were little we called them “the twins”.
Those friendships are priceless. When they’re passed down through the generations like that, we call them “genetic friendships.” The whole family winds up adopting them and it get woven into your DNA. I grew up calling my uncle’s best friend “Uncle Bobby.” I was 12 before I found out the Johnsons weren’t really my cousins…but by then it was too late; they were. The kids of my sister’s friend all call me “aunt,” and the family reunion wouldn’t be the same without any of them. All the best to Alan, and all those who care for him.
The principle of FMLA absolutely applies here–prayers for all of you.