Robin's eye is healing well, and he has some small amounts of vision in it at this point.
My new vertigo specialist seems smart and dedicated and is doing some really comprehensive testing.
Those are the big two for this week. Those are the ones that were bothering me most last weekend. There are little ones, too, things taken care of, things removed from the list and out of our hair. I haven't gotten hopeful news about everybody this week, but it's astonishing how hope feeds on itself. Like despair that way, but far better from the inside.
Last night I finished the
The problem is, revisions tend to be draining on me in a way that writing new fiction is not. Yet you have to revise or you're stuck with whatever you put down the first time, and that's not always (or often) feasible. Running off and writing new fiction when you have stuff that needs revision...just creates more stuff that needs revision.
On the other hand, maintenance of sanity is not to be sneezed at. So there will be a new short story alongside the revisions of What We Did to Save the Kingdom. And I will be trying to put Copper Mountain out of my head, on the theory that 1) I can do it when it needs doing, and 2) revision of a sequel to an unsold book that has been languishing on the same editor's desk for quite some time now is not perhaps the best use of my time at this point in my life, and 3) fussing about revisions is not perhaps the best use of my time at any point in my life. Do, or do not do. There is no wibble.