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This was a good news/bad news kind of week on the medical front. I wish I had more energy to talk about it, but I am running low on spoons and need to conserve them. Good news: Kidneys and Thyroid are normal. It’s not Multiple Sclerosis. It’s probably not Lupus. The bad news: There is still a chance it could be Lupus, so I had more blood drawn to confirm/deny.

Lemon Lyme

I had hopefully one of the last post-divorce court dates this morning. Nothing terribly surprising came out of it. Judge says I need to pay my ex’s lawyer fees since I didn’t meet the original terms of the agreement (to which my attorney still argues was an impossibility). That’s a hard lesson chalked up to experience. Never be afraid to question your lawyer, or fire them, if you don’t think they have your best interest at heart.

Tears in the Rain

I’ve spent the last few days in a work and stress-induced fugue state, trying to wrap my head around things. Andrea and family went to meet with our immigration person on Monday. The only sure way that I’ll be allowed back into Canada is for us to file for immigration first. That sounds easier and quicker than it actually is. We’re facing up to a few months before that can happen.

Soup Karma

I spent the weekend in Ann Arbor, Michigan, where the day job graciously put me up in a hotel in exchange for some long and late work hours. On Saturday I went to the Arbor Brewing Company on the recommendation of a friend, both for a change of scenery and because I have not been eating much of anything since the whole border ordeal went down. I sat in a window booth, watching the wind blow and the rain drive down on hapless pedestrians as I hacked away at the keyboard.

To fight the horde, sing and cry: Valhalla, I am coming!

There’s so much that’s happened in the last twenty-four hours that I scarcely know where to start. For the uninitiated, I am American and my wife, Andrea, is Canadian. I have a house in Illinois, empty and for sale by court order from a previous marriage. In August of last year, my wife and I moved in with her Mom in Ontario, Canada. Prior that we had been living with my Dad in Wisconsin, in his three bedroom trailer, with our three large dogs and four cats, helping him recover from major back surgery.

It’s never Lupus.

Earlier this month I mentioned that I was heading in for some long overdue checkup with the doctor. Many of you have been following my progress on Twitter. I’m a firm believer in paying it forward and that includes being open and honest about sensitive topics. Forewarned is forearmed.

The State of Adam

I used to think I was a superhero. A rotund, pasty, privileged superhero, but superhero none the less. I’ve held jobs more or less consistently since the time I was twelve. How much I work became a running joke among my friends. I abused my body with unhealthy amounts of caffeine to squeeze more work hours out of each day, and I did this for years without much of a break.

2010 Hugo Nom Nom Nominations

Via The Hugo Awards: ** Best Novel (699 Ballots) Boneshaker, Cherie Priest (Tor) The City & The City, China Miéville (Del Rey; Macmillan UK) Julian Comstock: A Story of 22nd-Century America, Robert Charles Wilson (Tor) Palimpsest, Catherynne M. Valente (Bantam Spectra) Wake, Robert J. Sawyer (Ace; Penguin; Gollancz; Analog) The Windup Girl, Paolo Bacigalupi (Night Shade) Both Boneshaker and Palimpsest are in my to-read pile and I can’t wait to get my hands on The Windup Girl.

Twittertrope

I was updating my submission tracker on Duotrope this morning, after receiving a rejection from Writers of the Future. I was tweeting about the rejection when I had a slight epiphany. I realized how cool it would be if Duotrope had Twitter integration. They don’t, and as I discovered, neither do they have any presence on Twitter. I decided then and there that something must be done to correct this oversight.

Why do they always use blue cups?

Still swamped with work and Clarion preparation, but I couldn’t help sharing this little ditty I just slapped together. In the speculative fiction genre, the fen are represented by two separate yet equally important groups: the readers, who read fiction, and the writers, who tell lies for a living. These are their stories. Why yes, we do watch lots and lots of Law & Order. Why do you ask?