Sometimes life just happens. I have a book manuscript due on February 1st. In light of that looming date, I just sent this note to my publisher:
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Wednesday I felt crappy. Thursday’s progression included apathy and nausea. Friday I added vomiting, intense pain and contemplated rejection of living. Friday night I was on the receiving end of an emergency appendectomy at our local hospital – although the use of the term “emergency” somehow belies the six-hour interim between walk-in and actual removal of the offending component. Saturday morning I was awakened to a fresh shave and three deep nicks, although those being discovered in an area significantly distant from my face.












