The last year-and-a-half, maybe more, has been rough.
Two rounds of chemo treatments and a transplant later, and I'm still here. Less of me, though. If you ever want to lose over a hundred pounds quick, I can tell you how to do it. You might not like the side effects, though.
I'm writing again. Slowly. As fucking usual. My brain's all over the place, from treatment and meds and stress though, so it's hard to stay focused. I apologize for having so much half-finished shit here. And for not delivering on a lot of previously-promised dates. I want to finish something up, just so I can feel like I'm accomplishing, well, something. Even if it's smut that isn't all that great.
Making some progress on "Family Vacation". Bobby and Sarah still have a lot to do (mostly, each other). I have part of a third "Family" tale started, but ... focus. Try to focus, dummy. "Jack" and "Playing Ball" are getting some attention too, but it's slow. Always so damn slow.
For whoever is still interested in these little tales of mine, I thank you. I hope to give you something new to read soon.