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I seem to be at my most productive as a writer when there's something completely unrelated to my writing that I want to avoid thinking about.

No surprise, then, that this has been a good week for work. My debut post for the Black Gate blog is all polished up and will probably be online Wednesday. The intro for the anthology is almost done. All the Rugosa Coven and Beltresa projects are jockeying in position to be the next thing I push on.

Oh, and the thing I don't want to think about? Zach's in as lovely a hospice as anyone could wish for, where the hospice workers roll him out, bed and all, to enjoy sunlight and birdsong in the gardens.They're taking good care, too, of my sister and her in-laws, who've been keeping vigil for several days now. The doctors say it'll be a matter of hours, but Zach is not one to be rushed. He refused to let cancer taint Easter for his kids, refused to let cancer take him on Pru's birthday, and then held out for the turn of the calendar month so that his family has another thirty days of great health insurance. It was as if cancer said, April is the cruellest month, and he replied, That's what you think.

Thanks to everyone who has sent us good wishes. They are much appreciated.