[Update 03/05/2016: This was one of the articles I migrated from the old blog site. Some of the formatting zigged when it should have zagged. I’ve fixed it. Also, I did some additional editing. Why? Because I write gooder now. 🙂 ] I’ve been absent for several weeks, but let me assure you…it was by design. Those of you who follow me on Twitter know that I post a Tweet every couple of weeks that reads as follows: Sometimes you just need to step away for a while. As I prepare for at least two more weeks of hiatus, I’d like to delve a little deeper into that Tweet.
The Man Who Lived
How many hours do we sit in front of a keyboard, going over our prose in painstaking detail, tweaking the minutiae of plot, characterization, and setting? How many hours do we spend doing something about our health and wellness? I bet the answer to the first question is a larger number. I know it was for me, but that’s no longer the case. I’d like to tell you a story about a person who was dying. That person is me.
