Please Please forgive the fact that I seemed to drop off the face of the earth. My mum was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2004 and that was the beginning of the end on many levels in her life but we ended up having to sell our house in Seattle and we moved 171 miles southwest to Long Beach on the Washington coast. I had to drop out of school due to financial hardships and I had to help my mum with her mastectomy site when it all opened up and had to be packed and heal by secondary intention.
I think someone long ago asked me why I add medical stuff to my stories and try to be as accurate as possible and that's simply because I have a keen interest in medicine both historically and how it updates and is continued to be used. My disability meant that I was in the hospital a lot growing up and my parents were actually medical professionals for almost forty years before they retired. Mum was a surgical nurse and dad a clinical pharmacist.
After moving I tried to hold a couple of jobs on the peninsula and my mum continued to have detrimental health issues that took up most of my free time since the only job my dad could get here was night auditor at a hotel and then a resort in town. Around 2014 my mum started physically and mentally deteriorating and while dad and I figured out it was some sort of early-onset dementia no healthcare professional made the diagnosis simply because she was 'too young'. Homelife became a war zone and I was actually living in my room with my dog for the last two or three years of her life because Adult Protective services did recognize I was in danger they had no idea where to put me because my physical needs are extensive so the best thing they could do was a restraining order with a five hundred foot limit. I lived on one side of the house and other than when she slept she was on the other and I had limited contact with her.
The biggest problem is that health care in America sucks if you're out of work and on social security and that led to the vicious cycle that unfortunately ended with her death in December of 2017.
So I again apologize for dropping off the earth for a bit but I work at Walmart three days a week now and I showed my writing to a coworker who wants to write himself and he has convinced me to start writing again.
So to answer a question I got from a reviewer about a week ago: Yes, I will be continuing everything I have on here and more but I just need time to get my rhythm and inspiration back. I'm already working on rewriting one story and hope to get to the Star Wars one soon. I don't know if it's going to be a total rewrite like the one I'm working on now but The Mandalorian has reawakened my love for the Star Wars fandom so Come What May is definitely on my 'to work on' list. Just bear with me since the last time I worked on anything I indented for this site was in 2008 I think.
I thank anyone who has secretly stuck it out with me waiting on the latest updates. It really means the world to me. I think I'm going to change my pen name since I've grown so much over the years and please I want to hear from you guys about what you think would work in my stories since it was all intended to be a series.
Thank you all from the bottom of my heart and here's to many adventures to come!
