It is almost a universal truth that 2016 was a shitty year. And for many people, it began on shaky ground. After all, David Bowie and Alan Rickman were lost almost out of the gate. Indeed, 2016 is listed on a staggering number of celebrity headstones as the date of death, and we still have four full days to go.
Read MoreHellion was initially going to be bundled in a multi-author release. Since 2015 ended up being a clusterfuck, I was relieved when the project was abandoned. While I felt I had found my stride with Sera and Colin, my leads, my father’s illness made any time away from work sparse, and I was often too exhausted to devote any time to writing.
Read MoreLife doesn’t cut you breaks. Life doesn’t give a shit. February 26 was my father’s birthday—the first since his passing. I took the day off to reflect, visited the bench we had planted in his honor, and bought a lunch that would have maybe come close to satisfying his legendary appetite. Then I returned home and put on Harry Potter, my computer on my lap as always. What can I say? I multitask.
Read MoreI noticed this over the past few months. Whenever someone would leave the room, my father would say, “Be good,” by way of parting. He did this with friends, family members, doctors and nursing staff. I thought it was an odd way to say goodbye, but I didn’t put the pieces together until earlier this week, as I received an outpouring of condolences, anecdotes, and information.
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