I'm going to try and bring the blog back to life. My lack of postings is not due to writer's block; it's a combination of misplaced priorities and the unavoidable condition of personal obstructions getting in the way. For instance:
The snow. For all intents and purposes, we are snowed in. Our driveway is about 1000 feet of unpaved road, and even now that it's been plowed getting anything in or out requires either four wheel drive and a very savvy driver or Divine intervention.
In the middle of this I came down with stomach flu. I was so incredibly sick that I wanted someone to come and put me out of everyone's misery. The condition of the driveway prevented any and all good Samaritans from showing up.
Right after I survived, Mom came down with the same flu and, at the same time, came down with a bad case of sciatica. So Mom is in so much pain she can't walk, and because of the flu she can't take any pills. And again, because the ground is frozen to the consistency of iron, I can't shoot her because then what would I do about digging her a grave? You can argue that I could just wrap her up in a tarp and put her out in the barn until Spring, but we all know how that kind of thing goes. And this is Mom we're talking about here, not some pesky neighbor who doesn't really matter anyway.
Well, Mom survived the flue and recovered from sciatica. So that's good.
So I guess I'm back at it. I'm writing another anthology of short stories featuring Otheldo, and the ideas are coming faster than I can adequately get them on paper. There are worse things, I suppose. Like being outside in the snow and ice.