Writers Get Sick Too…

not wellYes, I’m afraid it’s true!  I suffer from a recurrent condition, and it has reared its ugly head again.  Simply put, it’s chronic pancreatitis.  I won’t bore you with descriptions beyond that, or the symptoms I, personally, suffer.  Suffice it to say that it makes thought difficult and action harder still.  Therefore, I may not be posting much for a little while (and I do hope it will be only a little while), or my posts may be more sporadic.  (Is that cheering I hear?)  If you do actually enjoy my blogging, then please accept my apologies.  If you simply follow me in hopes of encountering something of interest, please don’t abandon me just yet.  With luck, I will be back to normal (whatever that is).

If you wish to contact me, I hope to check my emails daily, which includes notices from this blog and the contact form system.  I do ask, however, that you be patient and understanding if I don’t respond as quickly as you might wish.  I can only say that I’ll do my best, but this is a significantly debilitating condition.

In the meantime, the case I reported on, in which a dispute arose between an author and Amazon, as it seemed the author’s work had been effectively blacklisted, was apparently declared to be an error by Amazon and the matter has been settled.  Personally, I still find it disturbing that it could have happened in the first place!  I have to wonder what damage has been done to the author’s reputation.

~ Steve

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About Steve

An author since the age of 13 years, writing again dominates my activities. My "Imagineer-ing" blog is my primary site. Also: Beginner knitter since November 2010. Favourite knitting techniques: cable and lace. Beginner cross stitcher. Beginner jewellery maker. With the promotion of self publication and all the other work that has been going on here, Dad decided around 2am this morning (22/11/2013) that it was time to begin his next adventure. He was seen off earlier the previous evening by myself, my brother, my sister in law, and my sister, as well as his wife (our mum), and an enigmatic being known only as A Lorraine. After this time of story telling, laughing, crying, joking and mickey taking, we saw how tired both mum and dad were, and we decided to leave them under the (sometimes) gentle care of The Lorraine. When Dad found the timetable for his travels, he let Mum know gently, which woke her from her drowsing, then, with the same gentleness he showed in this universe, he boarded his favourite mode of transport, the Interdimensional Steam Train, and set off with a smile and a wave. For those of us closest, that smile was a reminder that his pain has ended, and the wave, an indicator that he will pop in to all those that knew him, from time to time. Usually at the most inconvenient and in opportune moments he can. While we are sad that he is no longer here, we are happy he now has no pain, and is experiencing more extraordinary things that his writers mind will be frantically weaving into a new story. Posted by Son Damien

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