Right now, I feel like that bit from the Princess' Bride. you know, the one where Miracle Max says
There's a big difference between mostly dead and all dead. Mostly dead is slightly alive.
I guess you could call me slightly alive right now.
So, I've had a couple health issues flare up over the holidays and into 2019. Just a bit of background, I'm in my mid-40's and suffer from a variety of ailments, mostly of the arthritic and immune-system related. It allows me to joke that "At 25, I thought I was hip. Now, I'm 44 and closer to hip replacement than hip".
But right now is pretty bad, bad enough that I'm basically house bound. so bad that they're trying a complete rebuild of my medicine regime to get me back on my feet (somewhat literally) and hopefully back to being a productive FozzieBare.
This doesn't mean I'm stopping writing. It means I have to pick my shots, and truth be told, the fact is that most of my writing has hit the barrier of "No, this is crap, I can't release this as the return. GET BETTER".
So to channel Miracle Max, I ask you to be like a busy doctor, and to have patients. Or Patience. One of the two.