It is October.
I must confess: I never imagined that I would live this long. Not more than four years ago, I was bedridden on oxygen and unable to care for myself.
Instead of proper medical care, my former family and friends sought to abuse me in a manner that is criminal. Now I am having to deal with their immature and criminal acts once again. The stress takes its toll.
Well, you have seen from my non-posts. Sorry about that. I am still dealing with the situation but I am hoping the family works out the details and no longer is apt to dragging me into the situation.
As for writing, well, none of that has happened. Sorry again.
I hate being of delicate in nature and I hope my constitution bounces back one of these years for I would love to finish all of my books in a timely manner as well as meet any of my readership in actual person.
I have lofty goals, I know, but there is not one goal I have set that I have not attained in one manner or another.
Which brings us to Halloween! October is my favorite month. I would like to return to giving out candy, dressing up, and decorating the yard, but alas that will not be this year. I did it once two years or so ago and I did not fair well.
I shall return to my former activities, slow and slow, but I shall.
Right now, I must get back to writing for myself, the Gazette, and my readership because nothing says entertainment like a chick with brain inflammation, knowledge, internet access, and an axe to grind.
And, this is the time of year for axes.
Have a scary and unpredictable day!