Thought I would drop by to let you know how things are going.

Latest mystery will be off to the editor at the end of the month (which is coming up ridiculously rapidly).

Celia Graves draft is moving along nicely.

I still need to edit the website (BAD author), but a family member is reaching the end of his life and that weighs heavy on my mind.

A friend sent me a reminiscence piece a while back about his uncle who was killed and how time rolls on and how soon he (we/everyone) is forgotten and just a part of history.  It was a beautiful piece.  And it was very, very true.

The generation of my parents is almost all gone now—the World War II generation a part of history that, for people two generations down i
sn’t “real” at all anymore, not any more real than the Civil War or the American Revolution.  I am a part of the older generation.

Things have changed, and keep changing—sometimes, like this year, at a breathless, breakneck pace that is hard to keep up with.

Will things ever be the same?  I don’t know.  Probably not.  And if they will be, I don’t have time to wait for it.  I will move forward in the now doing the best I can with what I know right now. 

We only have so long here.  I have wasted enough time.  I want to make the most of the rest of mine.


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