Hello Everyone,
My illness is making it hard to write. So I'm having to come to terms with the fact that my writing career may be over, I am hoping that my current condition is temporary. I'm giving it about another week if nothing changes I will be handing LT 3 over to an author I trust to complete it.
I am having a lot of issues with spelling and grammar. Also, I have written half-sentences believing they were full. It's a lot like walking through hip-deep maple syrup. My new meds have sharpened my mind so that I'm not feeling like 30 things are going on in my brain at the same. It has not done anything for my memory except to make me lucid enough to see clearly each and every way my mind and speech fails me. That really sucks.
The characters of my deeper stories become people to me. I care about the Roberts. I have invested a lot of time creating their Universe. The characters added their own ideas in the mix. Reader's responses also helped form their world. Both of you deserve to see where it goes. It's looking more and more that I'm not the one to finish it. This sucks, too. By next Tuesday I'll make my decision.
Cheers,
EDIT: I read this again after several hours. I called the Rogers the Roberts. A minor example of what I'm talking about.