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It's aliiiiiive!!! (For relative values thereof....)
[blowing dust off furniture]
Yeesh, you would think whoever was living here would dust more often....
I really, really need to start posting more than once every year and a half. Let's call that a New Year's resolution and see where it gets me.
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So, the Very Very Short Status Report for anyone still hovering in the gallery:
I remain comfortably ensconced in the southwestern quadrant of Darkest Suburbia™, amid entirely too much clutter and too many unsorted boxes (but am verrry slowwwwly working through both these). I still have a day job in grocery retail, which is highly useful where things like regular income and decent health coverage are concerned. At present the paid writing career is almost entirely dormant, although I am doing a fair amount of purely-for-fun writing under another hat, and I keep meaning to regenerate the more profitable side of things.
On the family front: the Kid Brother and family are busily enduring the current dystopia in Southern California (both he and my sister-in-law teach in the LAUSD system). My niece and nephew are occupied in various parts of the (virtual) collegiate universe, while Mother is in memory care - but otherwise mostly excellent health for almost-90 - just down the street and around the corner from here as I type. I am two weeks or so past a Milestone Birthday, and have been playing "Just No Time At All" from Pippin on my various music-generating devices in nominal protest. ["I believe if I refuse to grow old, I can stay young till I die!"]
One part of the enormous supply of unsorted boxes consists of manuscripts comprising a great variety of short memoirs my father wrote over a period of years; there's a lot of good stuff in there, and another of my long-term projects will involve consolidating and editing that material. Much of it will likely remain within the family, but there's also some potentially publishable work in there. There are also additional manuscripts from *his* father (who published a book of native Northwest legends 90-odd years ago), and there may be hidden gems there to evaluate.
And that's the general state of the universe in this corner of Darkest Suburbia just now.
Yeesh, you would think whoever was living here would dust more often....
I really, really need to start posting more than once every year and a half. Let's call that a New Year's resolution and see where it gets me.
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So, the Very Very Short Status Report for anyone still hovering in the gallery:
I remain comfortably ensconced in the southwestern quadrant of Darkest Suburbia™, amid entirely too much clutter and too many unsorted boxes (but am verrry slowwwwly working through both these). I still have a day job in grocery retail, which is highly useful where things like regular income and decent health coverage are concerned. At present the paid writing career is almost entirely dormant, although I am doing a fair amount of purely-for-fun writing under another hat, and I keep meaning to regenerate the more profitable side of things.
On the family front: the Kid Brother and family are busily enduring the current dystopia in Southern California (both he and my sister-in-law teach in the LAUSD system). My niece and nephew are occupied in various parts of the (virtual) collegiate universe, while Mother is in memory care - but otherwise mostly excellent health for almost-90 - just down the street and around the corner from here as I type. I am two weeks or so past a Milestone Birthday, and have been playing "Just No Time At All" from Pippin on my various music-generating devices in nominal protest. ["I believe if I refuse to grow old, I can stay young till I die!"]
One part of the enormous supply of unsorted boxes consists of manuscripts comprising a great variety of short memoirs my father wrote over a period of years; there's a lot of good stuff in there, and another of my long-term projects will involve consolidating and editing that material. Much of it will likely remain within the family, but there's also some potentially publishable work in there. There are also additional manuscripts from *his* father (who published a book of native Northwest legends 90-odd years ago), and there may be hidden gems there to evaluate.
And that's the general state of the universe in this corner of Darkest Suburbia just now.