I haven't written this week!

I haven't written this week!  I spent Tuesday night editing poetry.  That's been it.  I plan to get back to writing next week...

My father passed away...

This is a simple note to say my father passed away on Monday, July 20, 2015 at 6 AM at home.  He suffered from terminal stomach cancer and a stroke.  He's no longer suffering and felt no pain at the end.

My father had been in hospice for seven months.  I came to terms with his impending death weeks ago.  I can now get on with my life again.  However, I understand what those who lost a parent have gone through...

Blake

Writing among a midnight vigil

I've gotten some writing done while I've been taking care of my dying father during the past several nights.  It's mainly been wargaming related stuff.  A new The Sword and The Flame variant for the Spanish-American War of 1898.  I've also written a critique of a new manuscript I read last night. 

This evening had me writing my father's impending obituary.  It was a simple piece.  I didn't feel it merited anything fancy.  Being Southern, my father's family obits rambled on for paragraphs.  Writing used an economy of words to convey a point across.  At least, that's what I've been taught. 

I never got along with my father.  He and I clashed.  I've done more for my parents in the past several months than I care to recall.  That's fine.  My father will die at home.  Loved and not alone.  I haven't really reflected on what things would have been like if he'd gone to a regular hospice unit.  I wouldn't have been burdened in staying up for nights on end making sure he got his pain medicine.  The whole ordeal has worn me down.  I'm tired and in need of sleep.

There isn't much else to say. 

Reality intervenes on my writing....

I spent the last several weeks helping my younger sibling pack for his move to Columbia, MO.  I've literary gone through my parent's house and pack boxes of books.  I've weeded out 500 books and bags of trash.  This doesn't include all the gaming stuff my brother left behind.  This project finally got finished yesterday afternoon.

I did this all for my mom, who wanted my brother's stuff out of her house.  But it's killed my writing time.  I haven't had time to really write like I want.  I was luck to finish painting.  Now, I can focus back on editing Kepler Falling and continue writing the rough draft of Ganbaatar...