Thanks for all of your support, everybody! We started Baby Girl on seizure meds tonight, and we’re also doing an EKG and an MRI soon. My son is also lined up to do a EKG and MRI, for a completely unrelated reason. I made some little quip about just throwing them both in the machines together to save time and money, and boy, did that fall flat. Some medical personnel have no sense of humor.
As for the News of the Writing World: Saturday was apparently a double header for me, and I missed them both. (Whoops!) Tweet the Meat ran two of my tweets, one on Friday and another one on Saturday. You have to go down a bit on their Twitter feed, but they’re there. Also, my poem “cuz everybody loves a briskly burning fire” went up Saturday at Dog Oil Press. I totally dig that poem. Also, Dog Oil Press rocks because these insane stories and poems run on this baby shower background. It’s awesome.
Still without an idea for NaNoWriMo, but I’m not concerned yet. I’m musing about this and that. A story about loss? A ghost story? Another murder story? Something of beauty? Decisions, delightful, delightful decisions. A wonderful predicament, indeed.
Thanks again for your concern and well-wishes. Crazy stuff like this happens to all of us. It feels like we’re all alone, but we aren’t. I am astounded at how many people have told me that they understand the worry and concern. You know what happens when adversity rears its ugly head and roars at you? You stand up even straighter and roar back. We can do this. Go Team Yardley. Now break.