It would seem I’m des­tined to do this writ­ing thing in bursts over time. I don’t know how much I’ll be post­ing here and on the Uni­fi­ca­tion Chron­i­cles blog in the near future, nor how much fic­tion I’ll actu­ally get writ­ten. But unfor­tu­nately, I have other pri­or­i­ties that usurp writing.

Last week, my mom had her thy­roid taken out because the doc­tors couldn’t tell whether or not it was can­cer­ous by biop­sies alone and fig­ured it was safer to remove it. We now know that it was can­cer, and that the can­cer had spread to the lymph nodes nearby. We don’t know if the lym­phoma has pro­gressed any far­ther, which of the 35 kinds of lym­phoma it is, or which of the four stages it pro­gressed to. They’re still test­ing to deter­mine those things. My mom could be cancer-​free because they already removed all the can­cer­ous tis­sue, or it could be much, much worse.

So for a while, my top pri­or­ity is to be there for my fam­ily, to sup­port them and help out as much as I can. I’ll try to find time for writ­ing, will have to find at least some time to pre­vent going crazy. But my grand scheme to write seven books in ten months has been thor­oughly derailed by real life.