Home with the kids.

Yep, home from work with the kids, again. My son Brahms has severe arthritis and it is acting up horribly. His twin may have pneumonia. Trying times. I am just thankful for the kind hearts in our life that give their love and time to help my little boy feel as well as he can. (He loved the card and the orange, Auntie Corey. You don't realize, perhaps, how rare that kind of thoughtfulness is. He will remember.)

It is ironic that my writing career's first gasp of life was inspired by the very hardship that we are facing going into another long cold winter. People always say art comes from pain. I guess the people are right. Speaking of "The China People of Oz", my wife, Sandra will be putting together a reading at the Davies Memorial Library in the White Village of Waterford as soon as I can get some copies of the Shadows of the Emerald City which is being published on the 15th of this month. If anyone would like to purchase a copy at that time, please contact me, so I will know how many I should get. I will update the blog with details when we get the final date and time for the reading.

I'm sending out a lot of stories, old and new, to all kinds of places. We will keep our fingers crossed for those.

I have decided my task for these dark months. My epic fantasy novel, The Vale of Shade, needs editing, a somewhat daunting task for it reads over 800 pages long, but it has to be done. It took me 5 years writing through house fires, births, illnesses, construction and moving, so it is really a work of blood, sweat and tears. It is also really, really good, and I have faith that you will be seeing it on the bookshelves in the next couple of years.

Well, I'm off to pick up another sick kid. Catch you later.
Trav