...we're telling everyone in our particular piece of the world. A little past mid-month, our family grew in size by one, as our wonderful son married the woman he loves. Life would be even better if the new couple were to decide to move, say, 9300 miles closer (they are very, very far away), but we’ll make do for now. Thank goodness for Skype.
It was also one of our worst months ever, when -- on the day we were to fly out of the country to attend the wedding -- we ended up in the Emergency Room instead. One test led to another, the ER physician offered two varieties of news...bad and worse...and we ended up missing this grand and glorious celebration. Both of us were so disappointed.
Also frightened. The ER physician's prognosis scared us but other medical specialists have since provided a more encouraging outlook on our situation. There's more testing ahead but, so far, it looks as if the Renée Harrell team might manage to stick around for a few more years. Fingers crossed.
But when someone in the medical field suggests that you or your partner may not have even a single year left in their account, it tends to catch your attention. To that end, we've been spending more time with our closest family members, we've been reaching out to our friends, and we've decided to knock at least one item off of our Bucket List. In the next several months, we're going to focus on finishing our current writing projects. We want to complete five interlinking novellas and ten chapters of our next novel, take a look around, and see where Mars Needs Writers goes next. (Because there are SO many places we want to go. There's Ashes and Ink, The Preacher's Son, and...ah, you've seen the bumper sticker: so many books, so little time.) In short, like everyone else, we have things to get done. It's time we started doing them.
As a result, over the next few months, this blog probably won't be updated very often. If the writing goes great, and the med tests go great, and life itself is a fine thing...we might post a little something in July. Maybe not, though. All things considered, we're going to use most of the months ahead to devote our energies in a different direction. We'll all talk whenever we do get back.
Deal?
Watching: Zombeavers on Netflix. Huddled together in the dark, we still couldn't resist a movie with this title. As it turns out, the movie itself isn't especially memorable but the theme song at the end? We love it. Turn the subtitles on and enjoy.
It was also one of our worst months ever, when -- on the day we were to fly out of the country to attend the wedding -- we ended up in the Emergency Room instead. One test led to another, the ER physician offered two varieties of news...bad and worse...and we ended up missing this grand and glorious celebration. Both of us were so disappointed.
Also frightened. The ER physician's prognosis scared us but other medical specialists have since provided a more encouraging outlook on our situation. There's more testing ahead but, so far, it looks as if the Renée Harrell team might manage to stick around for a few more years. Fingers crossed.
But when someone in the medical field suggests that you or your partner may not have even a single year left in their account, it tends to catch your attention. To that end, we've been spending more time with our closest family members, we've been reaching out to our friends, and we've decided to knock at least one item off of our Bucket List. In the next several months, we're going to focus on finishing our current writing projects. We want to complete five interlinking novellas and ten chapters of our next novel, take a look around, and see where Mars Needs Writers goes next. (Because there are SO many places we want to go. There's Ashes and Ink, The Preacher's Son, and...ah, you've seen the bumper sticker: so many books, so little time.) In short, like everyone else, we have things to get done. It's time we started doing them.
As a result, over the next few months, this blog probably won't be updated very often. If the writing goes great, and the med tests go great, and life itself is a fine thing...we might post a little something in July. Maybe not, though. All things considered, we're going to use most of the months ahead to devote our energies in a different direction. We'll all talk whenever we do get back.
Deal?
Watching: Zombeavers on Netflix. Huddled together in the dark, we still couldn't resist a movie with this title. As it turns out, the movie itself isn't especially memorable but the theme song at the end? We love it. Turn the subtitles on and enjoy.
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