My dog is dying. She has a big old ugly tumor. Doggy breast cancer.
I may be dying, going blind, losing the ability to pee. You know, old man complaints.
My wife wrecked her car on the trailer hitch of a truck that stopped fast in front of her, so we are now a one-car family, and I am doing even more walking.
I am having trouble concentrating and doing very little writing now.
Life sucks at the moment.
But I am entitled to some hardship and downtime. I have published three more writing projects in less than a year. Naked Thinking, The Amazing Aero Brothers, and Evil Poetry brought me to 24 books in my active oeuvre. So, maybe my brain needs a rest.
Catch a Falling Star 