2020 was a year.
I had cancer. Jane had to take care of me, when she was due for a hip replacement, so that had to wait, since I had the prize of the year. I came out of it all pretty well except the chemo—which took all summer. Fall, she was finally going to get that hip taken care of (she was in mortal pain) and I was finally able to drive again—good thing, because in the middle of a snowstorm at 3 am, she came down with acute gut pain and I had to get her to the 24 hour clinic. They sent me home finally and sent her off in an ambulance to be operated on at dawn—gallbladder removal. I went to wait for her and take her home (all this mid-Covid, mind, so I’m masked and trying to stay far away from anyone—chemo flattens your immune system)—we did get every shot offered— Well, she had incisions, but they were able to go for the new hip anyway. Which is kind of neat: the gallbladder and the hip replacement were both fairly well—in at dawn, and out by three, go home, bye! But you don’t walk well for about 6 weeks. We got through all that, but between chemo and all, I was not able to write, she was not able to write, and that was 2021—we got Alliance ready to go, but were unable to do the final edit on it, so IT fell out of time—and then she had her second replacement. And became my job to take care of her for a while. No energy. We finally, in 2022 felt well enough to go to a con and try to get back in the swing of things—and caught the crud (not Covid) which knocked us flat for a month, missed the Alliance book deadline, and recovered, in time to work on the next Foreigner book—so THAT has come off on time, and now we are working on Alliance again. But meanwhile I went in for hip replacement, having a similar problem—that went well, and I was able to keep working. Am now headed for the second one in a few weeks. But I am able to work—as is Jane—we are finally out from under the cloud that descended on us both in 2020, and are getting books done. Alliance will come. First time I’ve ever failed a deadline, but it will come. Defiance, the new Bren book, is ready. So it’s been a long couple of years, but we are emerging in good shape. My oncologist is happy—doesn’t want to see me this quarter, putting it off until fall, and I’m finding out what pain-free is like on the hip they fixed. All in all good news and I am so sorry to have left you all in the lurch. I just didn’t have the brain or the heart for too much correspondence for a while, because I was soooooooooo behind. But that’s the story! Hope you all are ok—I’ve been living in a cave for so long I have lost touch totally. We are thinking of going to Miscon in Missoula this spring. I’ll be walking again by then. And that’s what I know.