Friends have asked me about a couple of things, still hanging. Has my son's book, which dominated much of 2013, progressed or not? And is my brain upset sorted?
The book, with much huffing and puffing met the deadline at the end of June. Itself a minor miracle. It then bounced back as 8,000 words too long! The publisher demanded a culling within the following couple of weeks. In anguish, Rob managed to cut parts, some of which he says were the best bits. In each chapter he included two live examples drawn from the audio world, Intended to be highlighted in boxes, they sprinkled some magic dust. Actually, some of them were very good stories. But the culling meant half had to be cut. Such is the writer's lot when they miscalculate length.
Anyway, he heard last week that the cuts were accepted and now the process of editing etc. whirrs into action with publication planned for early next year. This is quite wonderful. Readers of some of my earlier posts will have detected my doubts and weariness in ever meeting the deadline. So this is one bit of personal news that genuinely thrills me.
And about my brain. Today, my neurological consultant ordered some specialist blood tests for detecting brain flow and is changing my injection routine in hopes of minimizing more dramatic head happenings. I saw her with my left arm swathed in bandages from a fall on Sunday which owed everything to tripping over a folding chair rather than renewed brain trouble. But I don't think she was too reassured about my general state. However, I remain positive. There's so much to be grateful for.
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