So... I've been away a long time. For that I apologize, but honestly I don't really have much to add. Maybe if I feel like futzing with my stupid scanner I'll get some of the sketches I have up, but until then I really don't have much to show anymore.
First things first, I've been writing a lot. I want to publish eventually and so I've been writing my stories left and right whenever I have a spare moment. "The Witch's Son" series is one of those, but so is "The Gods of Oria". Both of these are scripted out with my co-author
. Actually, most of my stories have Alex being part of the process at some point because she's a good sport for my bizarre ideas and it gives us a chance to blow off steam for a while; do something creative for a while when we really don't get much opportunity anymore. "Beast of the Dark Earth", "The King's Hound", and "The Dark Queen" are also going to come back as something not fanfictionish when I finally get the details I want of them down. Not entirely satisfied with everything I've come up with so far, so it will take me a while to hammer out stuff. I also have a couple of science-fiction stories called "Jack09" and "Gilgamesh" that I have ideas for and have been slowly writing when I don't feel like doing "The Gods of Oria" or "The Witch's Son". There's also one that Alex helped create which is called "Shanaka" which is all about merpeople. That will also get hammered out at some point.
Point is I have a lot of stuff rolling around in my brain and not a lot of time to do it all, so I'm sorry.
So... where have I been all this time? Well... writing took up a lot of time, as have my favorite fandoms. That's actually been kind of our bane for several years now; we've been so far down the Marvel rabbit hole we're still floundering around the tea party. Me and Alex still need to continue with "the Witch's Son" series and we're stuck in WWII at the moment. mostly because both of us are braindead by the time we get home.
So that brings me to the last thing...
The biggest reason I've been away is because... I lost my grandma on December 05, 2014. She was essentially my mommy. I mean, my mom is my mom, but my grandma was my mom, too. It started back a bit after Alex's wedding. My grandma was trying a gluten free diet because her doctor thought maybe that might improve her health and maybe that was what was giving her so much trouble all the time. I mean, she wasn't sick necessarily then, but she had some digestive problems that the doctor tried to figure out what was going on. Then a few days before Thanksgiving she started throwing up. And she was in agony. Like.. she'd sit on the toilet constantly like she was constipated and couldn't push out enough to make the pain stop. She wanted to go to Thanksgiving and she said she was fine to go. I didn't trust that, but I was under stress to do everything for her when we kind of split the tasks all over the house to get ready to leave and to leave on time. So when I get stressed I start getting bitchy. I was tense and angry and taking my frustration and fear out on the road and trying to get to the hotel and suchlike. I yelled at her a lot and I didn't really mean to.
On Thanksgiving Day she was still going to the bathroom, sitting on the toilet in pain, and throwing up. I told her we needed to go home. She said she was fine but didn't feel like going to Thanksgiving dinner and told me to go. So I went and when I came back she was still in the same state. So I told her we were going home that night no questions asked. I took her home and the first thing she did was curl up on her bed and look like she wanted to cry. I left her alone and went to bed. The next day she was still awful and I told her to call her doctor. The doctor wouldn't pick up. She called three times and still got nothing. So I took her to the emergency room.
When I was at the emergency room with her they took her away and when they pulled me in to be near by they told me her eyes were yellow. I immediately knew what was wrong and it took everything in me to keep any sort of calm. They had been monitoring a very tiny mass on her liver previously after her first time with cancer, and I knew right then and there that tiny mass had finally grown. I hadn't noticed because the lighting I've seen her in was always pretty yellow to begin with. They told me it's probably something simple and they took her away. As soon as they put her in the ambulance and I was around the corner of the building I broke down sobbing. I knew exactly what was going on and it terrified me. People told me it was likely something simple and easier to deal with than what I feared, but I Knew it was worse deep down inside. I tried to listen and tried not to freak out.
So the next day she was fine. They had her on pain meds and she was eating properly. well... as properly as hospital food can get. She told me to get some bills and bring them to her so she could pay stuff and came back the next day for her to do that. The next day she was too tired and achey to do much. The day after that she was in pain and couldn't really function. she was turning yellow. The things they said would help weren't helping and they hadn't even gotten the biopsy done yet. the doctor wasn't even in yet. My uncle and his wife came over to be with her and my aunt joyce said she'd come over and be with her. On December 4th I went over to try to get Mama Judy to help me out with the bills and she was writhing in agony. She was incoherent and barely even seemed to notice I was there. My uncle was there and I just... couldn't. I couldn't take it. I hurried out and fell to pieces in the hallway. I went up to the chapel and prayed and prayed for a miracle or Something to bring back my grandma.
I went home with my friend Amanda and we hung out together. The next morning I was told my grandma was dead. I drove like hell was on my bumper over there and beat my aunt Joyce and my uncle and his wife to the hospital. My friend was with me the entire time. I'll always be grateful for her presence in my life no matter what. She kept me somewhat sane. I went up and gathered my grandma's things. She was still on the hospital bed with a smile on her face and her eyes closed. She looked like she was sleeping. I'd had these horrible feelings whenever I saw her sleeping that one day she wouldn't wake up and suddenly that became a reality. I kissed her forehead and said "good bye" and left as quickly as my feet could carry me. I went to the chapel and broke. I can't even stand the sound I made; I don't know how anyone could. It was the most awful, heartbreaking, broken sound a human being can create and that was coming out of me while I cried and choked on my own tears. And the worst part is that I hear it again and again still.
After that I got a job as a cashier at Michaels. It's far away from home and it takes an age to get there, but it pays. It doesn't pay much, though.
So... that's it.