Also, I owe Jesus a belated happy birthday. I just spent the week in Oklahoma with relatives, and did not post much about my trip. It's enough to say that Xander had a great time reuniting with his relatives, and shopping in OKC. I spent the flight home yesterday contending with a stomach bug while my toddler kicked me in the belly. A less-than-auspicious end to a wonderful trip. I hope that you all have a wonderful New Year. I am sorry again for my slack postings, and I'm happy that a handful of you have chosen to keep coming back here, whether it's for my poems or my Xander photos or just to learn the definition of the word "decathect." (According to my counter, this post won me more viewings this year than any other article I wrote. That should let you know what the Web community's priorities are. They not only want to see cat videos and spread political gossip, but they refuse to be one-upped by their friends when it comes to the Word of the Day calendar.)
I've mostly had a wonderful year, if a busy one, readjusting to life as a parent while trying to continue living the life of a writer. Before Xander learned to walk, I had completed some seven screenplays since his birth. Since June, however, that number has fallen to zero. Xander has only left me enough time to edit some old novels I wrote, and though I hoped to publish these on Kindle in 2012, it's now looking like I'll have to hold off a bit longer. I'll try to keep you updated on my progress, but suffice it to say that my blog will likely suffer as a result. I'll just let you imagine what you are missing: Had I been writing every day for the past two weeks, you would have heard nothing but ranting about gun proliferation, the evil of the NRA, and the rank stupidity of defending assault weapon ownership. So, just imagine all that.
I'm going to be entering 2013 the same way I entered 2012: with a whimper. I'll be with my family, thanking God I've got it so good. I'll be thinking of the victims of the Newtown shooting. If I didn't say it enough here, let me be clear: It devastated me. If you're reading this tonight, don't take it for granted: Be very happy you are alive.