A few weeks back, some folks asked if I’d be ‘blogging NaNoWriMo’ again this year. I said yes. Of course I said yes; I have a strong need for a feedback loop in the creative cycle, so knowing there’d be one built into a certain string of blog posts is an automatic draw for me. [...]
Posts Tagged ‘dad’
The story behind Vayland Rd.
As always, Vayland Rd. is for my Dad. It’s not a subtle story, or graceful, or maybe even good — but I like it. I originally wrote it as part of a fundraiser for prostate cancer research, which was the goblin Dad was fighting at the time. The prognosis was bad, but the end result [...]
scars
I mentioned a few days ago that my dad got through his surgery with flying colors, no complications, and a mighty war wound to show for it. The question of what caused the cancer in the first place runs from “lack of sunscreen” to “#*@#ing tobacco”, and in all honesty, it’s a coin-toss: either one [...]
The neverending battle
No, I’m not about to reveal some heretofore unknown affliction – I’m just fine, thanks for asking. I don’t think of myself as having been involved in a lot of cancer drama, but when I look back on my life, I see a different pattern. My grandmother’s breast cancer, when I was still in grade [...]
