Hello. Yes, I'm back. It's been a very rough Summer. Too many
things happened, some mentally, some physically.
I think I might have mentioned in the Spring that I had another
Cancer scare. An initial biopsy came back negative, but the doctor
wanted to take multiple samples. That would mean a day surgery,
where I could be tranquilized and “made comfortable”. Scheduling
the procedure was a nightmare. After MONTHS of playing hospital
tag, I was finally set to go. My sugar readings were high but, since
the surgery would only take 15 minutes, I was approved.
I got there, got prepped, the anesthesiologist came into the room
and bumbled around a bit. Then, he turned on the juice...and I
waited. I realized I couldn't speak. I realized I couldn’t move. I
realized I wasn't asleep! The procedure began, and the pain was
immerse. However, I couldn't communicate that to the doctor. It
was noted on the hospital report that I was groaning and – perhaps
– the anesthesia was too light.
Really? Groaning wasn't a clue that something was amiss?
The doctor dashed after I “recovered”, and I never had a chance to
speak with her. Thankfully, the samples were negative. I merely
had scarring from the Cancer that would tear a bit and bleed. No
big...unless you've been on the business end of a bunch of punch
It took a while for me to recover. Then, one day, I hopped on my
knee walker and ended up dumped on the bathroom floor. From
metal fatigue, the rear wheel had sheered off, and my left knee
ended up on top of all the littler gears and bolts that use to hold it to the frame.
Thank the gods for older, available, brothers. Jim came, got me off
the floor and into a wheelchair, then set about getting parts that
worked on my old war horse. It took another while for my knee to
Then, the other shoe dropped. One evening, I rolled up to the front
of the sofa. I happened to let go of the walker handle, and it did
what knee walkers are made to do. It rolled. I tried to grab the
handle, but I was already slipping off the cushion. I said to myself,
“Well, the rug is only a foot below me. I'll just slid off, and use the
sofa to get to me feet again.” And so, I did. But I had no idea I was
in the middle of an injury “perfect storm”. As my left knee slid
downward, it came into contact with a flat, shiny, sharp wheel gear.
It acted like a pizza cutter, and dug into the flesh of my knee and
thigh to the bone.
I felt a lighting bolt of pain, but I got myself up and onto the sofa.
Watson was starring at the floor, then at me, then at the floor.
“What?” I asked him...then looked down. The rug was red. The sofa
I called my friend Bob, who called 911, and I ended up in Princeton
Plainsboro getting 20 stitches. I'll spare you the gruesome photos.
It's healing, but for weeks I couldn't bend the knee. No car rides, no
chair sitting, no blogs.
Then, it was Watson's turn. Poor baby had to have three teeth
removed. He was almost happy (it must have been a relief) and he
really loved the “joy juice”!
Then, there was my upcoming presentation to my Baker Street
Irrergulars scion group, as well as organizing Behind The Veil.
Here's the notice for my lecture. Anyone is welcome. It usually
costs $30 for dinner, the meeting, and the lecture. If you're
interested, give Steve a call or e-mail them for a registration form!
And here is the flyer for our New Age Expo “Behind The Veil”. I'll
be vending, signing my books, and reading Tarot. We will have 32
unique vendors, and entry fee is only $7.00!
So, as you can see, a full plate. I still have to start work on my new
book, and I owe Fate Magazine 2 articles. Hopefully, after
November 5th, life can take on a semblance of normality. Sorry if
you felt abandoned. But, speaking of that, I have a bit of a writer's
rant to share.
Strangely enough, I would like to talk about abandonment issues.
No, not leaving children in toilets or dropping your kitty in a train
station and then high tailing it. I'm talking about creative process
We've all started projects and then crumpled and tossed. It part of
the envisioning and invention of a fiction. If the piece doesn't speak
to you any longer, you can let it rest for a while. You can also file it
in a dead end folder and walk away. Who knows? Maybe one day
you'll pick over its carcass for ideas or imagery for a new venture.
But what about when that creativity has a public aspect? You're
doing a blog, a fan story, a continuing series. I've seen this happen
just recently with a blog that's near and dear to me. It was going
along smoothly for a few months, and then...crickets. A
tumbleweed or two...the lonesome moan of a wind in empty places.
It had a readership (at least, that's what I've been told), but
suddenly the entries stopped. Simply stopped.
This has happened with some very cleaver fan stories on places like
Tumblr, Chapter by chapter, an excellent plot develops and
then...cricket...cricket.. Only once did I see a fan author post that
they were sorry, but the story was being abandoned due to lack of
ideas and time.
It's sad to have to turn your back on a lot of hard work, but very
mature to let readers know not to hold their breath. Professional
authors take note: No one can demand that you continue with a
story/website/blog but, if you put it out there to followers or a
readership, play fair. Don't get them involved and then discard them
along with your project. You'll turn a reader into a hostage; one
who may never trust you again.
There were a few things I was able to do, once all my injuries
healed. With Ellen driving, I was able to go on three cemetery
crawls. The first was to Manalapan, NJ, and the Old Tennent
Church. This church and cemetery are said to be haunted. During
the Revolution, a soldier was sitting on a tombstone when a cannon
ball took off his leg and broke off the top of the stone. He was
brought inside the church and placed on a pew, where he died. It's
said you can still see the blood stain on the wood, Here is a picture
from Weird NJ of the stone and the pew.
It's also said to be haunted by “Cookie”, a gal who died while
waiting for her prom date. Humm. Haven't we all heard a bunch of
these stories? I think this one is prompted by the face that her
picture is on her stone. She's wearing a prom dress.
Here, then, are my photos of the cemetery – a beautiful spot not so
I'll be sharing our other cemetery crawl photos soon.
That's it. Good to be back. As they say on the Sherlock Season 4
Did you miss me?
p.s. Sorry for the funky format. New computer.
p.s. Sorry for the funky format. New computer.