Mileage Turns Over to New Year

While Bryon shuttles his parents to Neal's first cancer consultation tomorrow, I will remain here planning our annual New Year's Eve Bachelor Turkey Trot. Never mind that this year's turkey will be a ham, and the bachelor will be late. We'll be here.

And Bryon will bring home specifics on Thursday when he gets back. Craig said lymphoma, but Ronda (daughter-in-law one) says carcinoma. Hey, if it ends in --oma, it's the same thing, right? *eye roll* There's also some worry about using chemo to treat him now, due to his blood condition, so the doctors that be are eying radiation only. Well, no point speculating. We'll get answers soon enough.

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Yesterday's writing time was figuring out what the heck the characters in my novella are after, which I did. Today I over-arched the story's plot, and I intend to spend a good deal of time re-arranging scenes and working on new ones. Things keep happening off camera, and that needs to stop.

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As of tomorrow morning, prizes should be winging their way to winners. Because I know the mail sorters feel sort of purposeless now.

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Working my way through Marion Engelke's Masks of Dying Warriors (about 3/4 there). Also ready for Chia's story in Swill. In drips and drabs we move forward on the reading.

Gotta go feed the cats. It's non-stop every minute here.

Catherine

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