My thanks to all who have written me over these past months asking for more writings or at least explainations of why I'm not writing. I have read every email sent to me but have not had much time to respond to them. My apologies for that. My life is in a bit of a transitional period at the moment and this will last for some time I'm afraid. As I've shared with some of my online friends over the years, I am a paramedic who works in California on a 911 ambulance in a fairly major metropolitan area. I am 41 years old and have been doing this job for twenty years now. I love being a paramedic but it is a job that is hard on your sanity and your physical body. So far my sanity seems to be hanging in there (there are some who might dispute this). My body, however, is starting to feel the effects of twenty years of lifting, pulling, sitting, stretching, and occasionally rolling around on the ground and fighting. At least once a year for the past three years I've strained or pulled some muscle somewhere and had to spend some time on light duty. I have to work for another twenty years and I know my body won't make another twenty years doing the sort of physical labor I do now. As such, I'm taking one of the paths that paramedics take to move up a level. I'm in school to get my RN degree. Since I have to keep working full time to support my family and since I have at least two years of prerequisite classes in front of me, I had to sacrifice something in my life. That something was my writing. This past summer I was able to write one short story while taking online easy classes, but from this point to the end the classes will be much harder. I will succeed in what I strive for, of that I have no doubt, and I will resume the great love of my life - writing - when I have the time. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this last little gasp of prose I managed to squeak out and I promise I will resume my full duties once this transition is complete. Peace and good sex to all.