Since Quinn was born, the only writing I have done is what you read here. I simply haven't felt up to doing anything else.
But now the stories are starting to percolate again. The Promised King, Book Two beckons, saying, "Finish Chapter 14! Put it out of its misery!" My script idea for a hard-on-his-luck guy who tries to start reconstructing his life after he hits rock bottom by getting a job at a supermarket is taking shape in my head. I had another idea for a story, obviously inspired by what's going on in my life, that's pretty macabre, involving as it does a cleaning lady who discovers certain supernatural powers she has while mopping the floor of a hospital's NICU.
I want to write again.
So I will.