I would like to thank all who sent well wishes for my birthday. You’ve played no small role in making that a happy day. I’m also encouraged to write this message you are now reading, for you all deserve an explanation for my recent slowness and inconsistency. It’s not due to a loss of desire to write nor to that common nemesis, writers block.
Six years ago next month, I began experiencing difficulty walking and keeping my balance. After several months, it became impossible to ignore the problem. I eventually went to a neurologist who diagnosed me with Parkinson’s disease. That was five years ago last August. I won’t bore everyone (including myself) by going into a description of this disorder. There are folks on Google who can do a much better job. Also its very possible that one or more of you may have a friend or loved one who is dealing with this same problem which makes you already too familiar with it to want to hear more.
At first there was little effect on my writing beyond the emotional. The Framing of Illa was me working through loss of mobility. The Lady and the Bronze Mask was partly inspired by my worry about other effects of the disease.
Over the last couple of years I’ve had increasing problems with the physical act of writing, which is the primary cause of my slowness (thank goodness for spellcheck).
Now for the positives. I have the loving support of my friends and family, including a grandson (with another due in February) and my wife of 33 years (who’s also my primary editor, fan and mentor on all things feminine). Both my children also show potential as writers in their own right. I can still walk, most of the time, and I still keep up with my many hobbies (including collecting and shooting antique rifles).
Finally, I will never give up writing. Even with my current slow output, it is far too enjoyable and satisfying to ever stop. My only regret is that you who have supported my hobby with your reading and words of encouragement have to wait so long. I hope I can make my tales worth that wait. In any case, with average luck and the grace of God, I should have about another decade, so I ain’t goin’ nowhere.
Thank you again
Robert E Thornsberry
(Alveric 2)