I’m at the end of my week off. There are a number of parts of my brain that are currently begging me not to make me go back. Unfortunately, I think I’m going to be able to ignore the voices in my head…
In writing news, I’ve effectively finished the first draft of A Pack Of Lies. I finished the last chapter on Friday and next weekend I shall be stitching them together and making sure I’ve mentioned the things I thought I needed to and that there’s something vaguely resembling a flow. I have a handful of victimsbeta readers picked out so, after next Sunday, it’s all up to how fast they can read.
On a related note (it involves werewolves), my Twitter friend Margrét Helgadóttir [External Link] asked me to do a guest blog – which can be found here: [External Link]. It’s very flattering to have been asked to do a guest blog by a writer whose short stories I admire. And Margrét is also a fellow member of the Fox Spirit Books [External Link] Skulk. One of her stories is in the Piracy Fox Pocket. If you follow the “Stories” link on her website, you can find some more reading material.
And now for the Hellhound related stuff that you guys probably don’t want to hear but I feel the need to say.
It was Finn’s birthday on Monday and long walks were had. There’s blurry photo of the same now in Finn’s gallery. On Wednesday, he went in to the Vets’ to have a lump removed. The lump had been there for a couple of weeks and the appointment was booked the week previous when it hadn’t responded to anti-inflammatories. The lump itself didn’t really bother him but, if nothing else, the only way to find out what it was for sure was removal. Anyway, he’s had stitches and was bandaged up until yesterday – and then he got the traditional “Cone of Shame” to keep him from licking the airing stitches.
After being a bit freaked out by having plastic apparently conspiring to stop him go through doors and up steps, I let Finn move on to the slightly more reasonable “Sock Of Mild Embarrassment” (item name changed due to Ruth Booth / @RuthMidget [External Link]).
And that’s pretty much the end of what is definite and now we’re on to the “awaiting biopsy results” bit. From the way the lump was situated, it couldn’t all be removed. The words used by my friendly vet on Wednesday were “tendrils” (indicating the lump / growth) and “tendons” (indicating why the hell no-one in their right mind would dig deeply). From the look and growth, it’s likely that Finn has rhabdomyosarcomas – or soft tissue cancer. This is due to muscle cells becoming cancerous and doesn’t respond to things like chemotherapy well. On the plus side, it’s highly unlikely that this cancer will ever spread in such a way that it’ll affect Finn’s life span. The lump will probably grow back – it’s a question of how quickly and whether it bothers him. If it does bother him, we will have the dubious pleasure of finding out whether three legs are as bouncy as four.
(But I’m still a wibbling wreck on the inside because “my baby has cancer”.)