The last few years have been tough ones.Â When I look back and think about everything that’s happened, I find myself amazed I can still stand up.Â I’ve lost both parents to cancer, a brother to the long-lasting effects of drug addiction, and I recently found out my dog has cancer.Â In the meantime, I’ve helped run this year’s World Horror Convention, spent over a year in therapy, learned some shocking truths about my family, and found myself single after eleven years.
Some days, the simple act of waking up feels all but insurmountable.Â Some days, it feels more like a habit than something I really want to do.Â I still do it, though.Â Partly because it feels good to stare deression in the face and tell it to fuck off, and partly because I’m out of vacation time, and finding myself unemployed is not going to make my life easier.
But I don’t want to complain too much.Â The fact of the matter is, I’m still alive.Â Sometimes, being alive kind of sucks, and sometimes being alive means you’ve survived three years of really shitty existence.Â You get through how you can, and you take stock of the good things.
So let’s take stock…
My ex-girlfriend is still my best friend.Â We care about each other and our pets, and I still feel closer to her parents than I ever did to my own.
I’m busy.Â I have one novel due on the 1st of January, and another due four months after that.Â It’s possible that I’ll have a third due in August, but that’s just in the talking stages right now.
My writing continues to get better.Â For a writer, that’s all you can ask for, even if you suspect you’ll never be as good as you want to be.
I have an amazing network of friends.Â This reminds me that I really need to see about getting Coffee with Lee Thomas.Â It’s been too damn long.Â I need to roll a d20 with my Friday night friends, too.Â Or at least play a game of Zombies!!!
Muay Thai.Â I started training with Wrath James White back in June, and it’s been a blast.Â I can feel how much healthier I am, and there are few things as stress-relieving as knocking the crap out of a heavy bag once a week while Wrath pushes you harder and harder.Â I thought I’d broken a sweat before, but nothing’s ever pushed me as hard as this.
So that’s where I am.Â A lot of life is hard, but a lot of it is pretty fucking great.Â You guys remember that, and I’ll do my best to do the same.