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Things are getting a little okay fine a lot craycray since Stepdad's passing. I'm handling the legal end of things, once Mum gets the letters of administration from the Surrogates Court. I thought I'd be able to get those for her, but apparently if an estate is worth less than $10,000 (and this one is worth waaaaaaaaaay less), the surviving spouse can just walk into the Surrogates Court with a list of the assets and be handed the certified letters of administration right then and there, without having to file the standard intestate applications. 

....Now that I've lost 99% of you to confusion and ennui, I shall change the subject.

Thanks, as always, to all of you for your support. I don't deserve you. <3

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In an attempt to get more people to notice my book and thus perhaps buy it so I can get my debt back down into the 4-digit realm, I have made a facebook page for my illustrator and myself. (I've also given the website a total makeover.)

I would be absolutely eternally grateful if any of you who are facebook would wander over to the new page and "like" it, and perhaps share it with your friends who have children or who like reading whimsical fantasy? I realize it's obnoxious advertising and shameless self promotion, but starving writers need to be obnoxious and shameless to get noticed before they're dead. :)

I hope you're all having a wonderful week, and have an even more wonderful weekend!

what a day....

This morning, Mum and I found Stepdad dead in his room.

Well really Mum saw him and would not enter the room, so she sent me to see if he was breathing. He was in his chair with his oxygen thingy not on his face like it usually is, and he looked very white.

He was cold.

I know we expected this, since he was so sick. And Stepdad and his kids have been making our lives miserable for years, so it's not like there was any love lost there, but still.....

As terrible a person as he was, I think towards the end he received it back in spades--his kids didn't want to take care of him and made that fairly obvious, he was dying a slow and awful death and living in a house with people who didn't really want him there--not exactly a pleasant end of life.

I think maybe he killed himself, God rest him. There were a bunch of empty pill bottles in the rubbish bin next to his bed. I didn't tell Mum that.

We've already had to call the cops on Stepbro #1 twice today. All communication between my fam and Stepdad's kids is now being done between me and Stepbro #2, who is the most mature/civil. I have a feeling this will get interesting once Stepbro #1 and Grendel start drinking later on.

I think I may need a drink as well.... Mum's a bit of a wreck though, so I'm trying to keep a clear head. I imagine I shall need it.