Some months it's hard to put in the hours writing, and this has definitely been one of them. We woke up at 4:30 this morning to a phone call from my brother-in-law to let us know that Trevor's mother was taken in for emergency surgery. Fortunately Trevor's family is wonderful about keeping in contact with everyone and letting them know exactly what's going on.
But the upshot is, Trevor flies out tomorrow to be with his mother, and that's probably not going to be the most excitement we have this month. Last weekend he had surgery in order to correct a chronic health problem - he's still recovering from that. Before that he and I were figuring out our finances and a possible move later on this year - more on that when we get around to making a final decision.
Then our baby is due in the next couple of weeks. I'm trying rather hard to keep writing, making a point of doing at least a page a day, but it's been rough going. I know I haven't produced a short story in a while or finished my novel rewrite yet, and now you know why. Sometimes the universe conspires against you.
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