The last 18 months or so have been a pretty much unending nightmare.
My wife left me. The less said about that, the better.
My Ulcerative Colitis went into overdrive and it put me in the hospital some four or five times in that year-and-a-half. I had surgery two months ago to correct it and, while I feel now great, I'm having to get used to shitting into a bag.
And, as everyone has noticed, we've been hammered by COVID-19 and all the horrors of the year 2020. No need to expound upon this; we're all dealing with this in some form or another.
But, suffice to say, I haven't done any work on any of my fiction until just recently. I'm actually pouring a lot of my processing of these recent events into my writing and I've added about eight pages to A Hero's Homecoming in just the last week or so, which is pretty impressive given I'd largely abandoned it (and pretty much every other story) over a year ago.
But I'm hoping to keep at it. Knowing me, it's more likely I'll work in one giant spurt before leaving things fallow again (That seems to be my pattern. Damned ADHD keeps me from finishing just about anything.) Hopefully however, that spurt will at least finish A Hero's Homecoming.
FYI, I made some edits to the earlier parts of A Hero's Homecoming, so even if you've read Parts 1 and 2, there is some new material there.
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