Reports Of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated

Remember, remember, the tenth of November. That day, I burst a few cysts in my lung that I'd been born with, and the nasty post-flu cough was replaced by two liters of blood. I went into shock in the ER, and came very close to Death. Spent 5 days in the hospital, am FULL of painkillers then and now,and am working hard on PT, etc.
The people I need to thank are too numerous to mention. Dr. Chuck Deuville, the best chest cutter I ever met. David Bee, my upstairs neighbor, for getting me to the hospital. My dear, dear Serena Blossom, who never lets go of my hand. Justin Montgomery, J.D. Busch, Andrew Fuller, Wendy Wagner, Jim Willig, Maleah Johnson, Aaron Larkin, and my whole family and the staff at Providence.
And today, I heard that the Red Penny Papers are going live, featuring my short story "Gregor".
I lived. I'm back. So much to say, but need time to filter it. This blog is a bad place to gush. But I am keeping it open for a lot of new reasons. There are a lot of new folks wandering through and saying Hi. So... this brief station identification has been brought to you by Radio Free Hawthorne, 98.6 on your FM dial. We are funded with generous support from the Dread Lord, the Merciful Mother and viewers like you, and couldn't have done any of it without the rowdy lot of yez. Please give yourselves a standing ovation, and accept the deepest thanks of one weird, broken kid who can't stop dreaming. And is around for Act 2. I love you all.