We're Not Going to Make It

Wondering what brought on my last entry?  Read on:

My wife recently had a terrifying medical emergency.  Don't worry, she's recovered and doing really well.  Still, she said after too long a time in the hospital, that if she'd been alone in the house when it happened, she'd probably be dead.

Terrifying.  Makes me think of things like the image atop this entry.

I don't ever want to see her laid low like that again.  I don't ever want to see her that ill.  That frightened.

But it brought home something I've known since my father's death long ago.  Life doesn't just keep going.  "Happily ever after" can happen, but it won't be forever.  Nothing is forever.

So, while I never want to see something like that again—or to go through an ordeal like I had in my own hospitalization a couple of years ago—I or we or she probably will.

Which is to say, we're fine for now…but not forever.

For those of you impatiently waiting for my next novel, take heart: it's written.  It's been through a round of revisions, even.  And it'll get another round, and be (self-)published.  Only a matter of time.

For that matter, the novel after that is mostly written as well; over 80k words.  But it's not going quickly.  Nothing is right now, not for me.  So take heart, and I'm sorry I'm taking so much time.

Time.  "Too long a time."  "Only a matter of time."  How many meanings those words can take on.