What a day. What a weekend, I should say.
I'm very glad to say that the epidemic in our house has moved on, leaving the rest of us tired and chronically fatigued. I want to thank those who commented and for the awesome sister and sister-in-law nurse's in the family with their excellent wisdom, mashed potatoes, and everyone else who've put their hands in to help this guy. He's of little speech, but he thanks you, regardless.
Update: Chapter 10 was read through and I am now in the process of refining our initial draft. I wish I could have done this over the weekend, but that wasn't about to happen. It's hard to type with one hand and hold a puke bucket in the other. Anyway, if all goes well, I should be well into chapter 11 by the end of the week.
Now, since I was unable to draft an advisory column this week, I'll share a small bit of advice that goes out to more than just writers. If you have made the choice to take responsibility for a child, whether it be your own DNA, foster, or adoption, you must let nothing come between you and them. Yes, we all have our jobs and hobbies to perform, but know when you must put those things aside to take care of the persons that really matter; your children. They will be adults one day, you know. What they think of life will mirror what you give them, teach them, expose them to, while they grow and learn of things that you've never heard of. In short; love them and let them know it. Kids resenting their parents makes great traumatic tension for stories, but that's better left in stories--not in real life.
I'm David, and I'm back on my diet.