I finally discovered the core of what's been eating at me this past month, but too late to fix it without extreme measures. It's a medical thing, and to get it taken care of right, I need to return to Houston for a short time. I'm not proud of having to take this step, but I still have to do it. This may sound to some of you like I'm letting New York beat me, that I'm running away once it gets tough. That is not the case. It's been tough from day one, and I've dealt. This is just the way things happened.
This is not to excuse responsibility for the mistakes I have made. I haven't been perfect in my assimilation. When I get back, there will still be steps to take, and I will take them. There were things I was going to work on during Christmas week, and I will still work on them during this interlude. When I return, I'll have more stuff to do, and I'll get it done.
It's not going to take forever, just until after Christmas. And when I come back, I'll continue on my way, maybe even a little wiser and better prepared.
I don't know what's going to happen with the blog during this time. I'll update when I can. Reviews might have to take a back seat.
Warning! Geek Analogy!
One of the season finales for Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (I don't recall which) ends with the Dominion and Cardassians overrunning the station, forcing the Federation crew to withdraw. The episode ends with Gul Dukat (the series' villain) entering Captain Sisko's office to find that Sisko has left his baseball behind. An aide ask what it means, and Dukat replies, "It's a message. It means he's coming back."
I'm leaving my baseball behind. I'll be back for it.