I’ve said before, it never fails but that when I try to ratchet up the amount of time I spend on writing, something always interrupts to get in the way. Or life becomes more complicated in some way. I was about to get back to writing this week, after not doing a whole lot the last two weeks while letting In Front of Fifty Thousand Screaming People simmer before beginning the editing.

However, while we were on a hasty, weekend trip to southwestern Kansas for a funeral in Lynda’s family, we got work that my brother passed away in Rhode Island. He was 57 years old, had been in poor health for many years, had been failing even more lately, and had been in much pain of late. We will travel to RI for the funeral this coming weekend.

So writing must be set aside for a while. On the trip I’ll carry the proof copy of Documenting America and give it a good proof-reading, with the intent of uploading a fresh copy next Tuesday. I may work on the short story, the sequel to “Mom’s Letter”, tentatively titled “Too Old To Play”. Beyond that, this week will be given to preparation for travel and then the travel itself. If I can sneak in a blog post before we leave on Friday, I will.

After that, I really need to ratchet things up again. I may have to write a few articles to get some money in the door.