I am still alive and still writing. The alive part is a bit problematical, in some ways. I am now going through 'cardiac rehab' which is a monumental pain in the ass. Three days a week I end up late to work, and I spend the time exercising and getting nagged to eat better by the nurses. They even give me homework on this crap! It's like I'm back living at home with my mother! I've already told my wife that the next time this happens, just let me go; it will be so much easier on all of us.
Writing is moving along, slower than I like, but moving along. I have written a dozen chapters, about half to two-thirds of the story. Unfortunately, I have been writing some of it out of order, so I can't publish some of the chapters early. I am going to have to wait until I finish until I put it up. Again, this is going back to my roots, writing what I consider literate porn. After that, I'll start work again on something straight, an action-adventure story. Right now, though, the muse has me doing this. With any luck, I'll be able to start publishing in November.
In the meantime, I continue to watch the Presidential election. Every time I think things can't possibly get worse, they do! It's like NASCAR - nobody watches to see the cars go 'round and 'round in a circle, they watch to see the next crash! I have a dreadful feeling we are going to see a lot more crashes in this race.