Here it is, my 58th birthday. Last year at this time I thought it would be my last, I had been told there was a possibility I had Farby's disease. This is a build up of fats in the veins, which kills men two weeks after their 58th birthday, and women by the age of 70. There is NO cure for it, only a way of slowing down the end.
Today ,I'll be reading a story sent to me by a man who wants me to write a fantasy story. The story is about dwarves and elves living in an age of magic, in Asia.
Along with this project, I have my own work to get back in the zone, after some time off form I'm not going to push myself too hard.