Post-heart attack, I still have more bad days than good ones, mostly due to having hyper-low blood pressure due to have only minimal heart function left still. But I'm trying to persevere. On good days (1-2 per week) I'm trying to get caught up on everything here at home that I couldn't manage these last six months or so. Bad days, about the same frequency, it's all I can do to camp out on the sofa. I often just can't take in enough air, it feels like, so maybe I'm going to need home oxygen :/
On middling days in-between, I've been able to spend some time (quietly) on the computer without too much breathing stress or incurring the wrath of 'She Who Must be Obeyed'. This has given me a little bit of time to try and figure out what stories are in progress and what needs to be done about them. My health is not good... but I have things here I want to do still.
'Baad' is in a slight problem area for me currently because unlike most stories, I had a very poor written outline for this tale (which is about 3/4 told already) and unfortunately my memories (before the widow-maker) of the events of the last few chapters is very fuzzy in my head, I'll need to probably rework this a bit. I think I know what happens next, so I hope to start working again on this in the next month or so.
Almost forgotten, I found that I had finished 100+ MS Word pages of a brand new story last spring that was scheduled to be my next story after Baad was completed (again, not much left to do). Since life is very uncertain, I decided that I might as well edit these a bit and post them up, a chapter or two a week for awhile. There are also 20+ pages of another story, plus bit and pieces I'd assembled for existing 'in progress' stories too, but nothing in that stack yet 'ready'.
I have always been vaguely unhappy at the way an older story of mine "In a Secret Garden" turned out. I'd re-write that tale completely differently these days and lose about 80%+ of the sexual content, but there are pieces of this story I'm still moderately proud of... and I wanted (eventually) to do a 'better' end of the world story the next time around. I had not felt 'well' all last spring and early summer before the heart attack, and I think some of that sort of uneasiness about life and love and second chances appears in this new story. Sex will be minimal. A bit is necessary for the plot, later on, but I don't intend on anything graphic or weird.
Now IS all that we have... I wrote than phrase down in my notes a year or so ago, while pondering the madness that the world had become in recent years. I think it's still very apt.
(Edit Update)
I needed to re-read Born Under a Baad Sign so that I could perhaps refresh my memory about where the tale was going next (it did) but I also noticed that since this was originally posted just before my heart attack, that I hadn't had the chance to do a bit of typo cleanup. Feeling alright-ish today, I decided to do just that. Chapters 1-5 have been re-edited and gently tweaked in a few minor places. Hoping to do chapters 6-11 later this week. Also just (barely) have started the next new chapter :)