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I left everyone in a rush on the last of 15. I know it. After all, where do you go with such an ending?
Well, You don't die. because your readers will curse you for ever.
I want to apologize for my lack of editorial support due to my own ignorance. And stubbornness. I didn't think that what I scribbled deserved an editor.
I do want to reach out to Reluctant Sir and ask him if he wants to do a Joint book of Magic 101 to 301. (and maybe 401). But until I hear from him, Editorial rewrite won't happen.
But anyway. I am finishing up on 16. Which sets the stage for conflicts. Both real and surreal.
Thanks for your patience.
I admit it. I am plugging an artist based on her Voice, The songs, and the era that she is singing about. This album came out in 2003 and I have some interesting memories of that time. It was an interesting era for me. But this album transported me to the era of my father, and the songs that were common to his life. And for a few brief moments, I heard his voice whispering in my ears with solid pieces of advice, and comments about life. And it reminded me of the promise that one day, again, "I'll Be Seeing you."
Yea I am working on 16. Grin.
I admit that I have had a bit of a problem with continuing the writing of this story. Partially it's due to health, and partially due to other things in my life. Still, I understand why my readers want to see this continue.
So, I figured that leaving a cliff hanger at the end of 15 would spur me to write the rest of the story.
For those of you who remember history of the last 30 or so years, I have left a couple of nuggets in the mix to get your attention. And to get the proper focus of what and why things are starting to become a real mix.
Health issues suck. But I’m getting better and back to writing.
There are 4 more choices planned, and then bringing this story to a close.
I want to thank all of you for your patience with this old Marine.
I want to tell everyone that things have been rough. But after finally being able to keep food down, and getting away from chronic depression, I am back to writing.
I admit that I kind of left things in the air. My problem is working to remember the era that I want to bring Hank into. The End of the 20th century is a very real and intoxicating place. I remember sitting in a control room watching to see if the Y2K bug was going to hit our software platforms. We were online with MCI, AT&T and Bell Atlantic / Verizon in a large and crowded room watching the clock run down and then looking to see that the servers running the applications we had written were actually working. They did. We had tested the heck out of them before dawn to make sure.
We went home on Saturday morning, January 1, After one HECK of a Friday night. We were too tired to pop the corks. But we did sleep through the weekend.
And our customers felt good. About our stuff, anyway.
From the software industry perspective, it was the most amazing time in history. From the Political perspective, It was also intriguing.
From the Magic perspective? It remains to be seen.
Thanks for your patience. No yellow banners yet.
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