I apologize for the delay in keeping readers and fans up to date. Things have so dramatically changed in my life as of late that I still have yet to truly catch my breath.
First came Miracle #1, which was the birth back in May of last year of my son.
Needless to say, the birth of a child is nothing less than completely life-changing—all the more so when it’s your first child. As much as my wife and I thought we knew what to expect, there is no way, in retrospect, that we possibly could have. The sleepless nights and high cost of daycare are one thing. What I believe most took my wife and I by surprise was how much we love the little guy and would do just about anything in the world for him.
The mere presence of my son fulfills me in a way that I never dreamed possible. It used to be that only my writing made me feel that my life in any way mattered. Taking one look at my blue-eyed, raggedy haired little son, and I now know that my life does in fact definitively matter.
Having a child (especially a real little one) makes it especially hard to keep up with one’s writing career—all the more so when you take into account Miracle #2, which is the fact I’ve finally found gainful, full-time employment.
Not only is this new job of mine infinitely fulfilling, but it is also fair-paying—two things that I never foresaw as being in the cards for me (which perhaps explains why I kept quitting one job after another, all in the name of trying to make a full-time go of my writing career). That I made this significant change to my life mere weeks after the arrival of our little baby only goes to show the lengths a human being will go to make a better life for his or her child.
With the big ups inevitably come the big downs.
Only hours after the birth of my little son, I received news that my good friend Jason Famous, fellow e-book author and inspiration for my novel Through the Eyes of an American Foreigner, tragically (and very unexpectedly) passed away. He is survived by his lovely wife, Allison, and their two dogs, Scratchy and Lobo.
There is something about the death of a close friend that literally stops you in your tracks and makes you instantly reassess everything. That Jason (alternatively known as Anonymous Zaius) died at the exact same age as I currently am only serves to make his passing all the more sobering.
Before the birth of my son, my biggest fear was the possibility that I might come to die before putting what I still believe to be my potential science fiction masterwork to paper. Now my biggest fear is that I won’t be able to stick around long enough to be there for my little boy.
That being said, I have not yet given up on The Another One Star Ambient House. It is still in draft format, and I’m hoping to perhaps get it into proper shape for publication sometime before the conclusion of 2020.
Just earlier this afternoon, as I continued to make feverish revisions to Draft 13 of The AOSAH, my little son came padding in on his hands and knees to come say hi to Daddy. My wife came quickly rushing in behind him to scoop him up and quietly usher him away.
I laughed in response and asked her to please leave him sitting there in my office.
If I want my son to remember me for anything it is for the fact that I still continue to do something I very much love—despite the distractions of a full-time job; or a too-much-fun-to-play-with, demanding little baby; or the fact I only made $5.31 in profits from my writing last year.
As much as having a baby initially prevented me from continuing work on this life-affirming, all-encompassing labor of love (AKA my writing), my little son is in many ways my biggest impetus.
If only to give my son something really interesting to read one day and hopefully remember his father by. . . .