Seclusion is Inspirational ... whoever said that ...

Many of you already know that I have spent the last several weeks, since before Thanksgiving, in relative seclusion in Seattle living for the most part at Children's Hospital. We are the guests of Monsieur R. McDonald and House, just across the street from the hospital, and will be here until at least July. One of my foster boys is fighting cancer, and I have taken on the role as his in-home caregiver. My wife Rhonda has our other four foster boys at home, and is taking on the duties of that monstrous house by herself. Plus holding down her new job. She is amazing.

I am keeping up my writing schedule as best I can. Most of book 6 is being composed in the cafeteria at Children's and the communal kitchen at Ronald McDonald House at odd hours of the day. I suspect this book will be a little late, but that cannot be helped.

This forced seclusion is an interesting conundrum. There are times when the sheer amount of unoccupied time is more overwhelming than inspiring; while the chaos of the doctor visits, labs, chemo, and surgery rooms inspires me with new ideas. Getting them down amidst all that is a challenge.

What is even more challenging is the realization that there are people here - children and their parents, some not much more than children themselves - who are facing some of the most horrendous difficulties you can imagine. I have been moved by their courage and resilience, and humbled by their generosity.

When at some point in your life you may find yourself wondering who to donate funds to, where to create an endowment, or where to volunteer your time, please consider one of the many cancer-care alliances throughout the country or the Ronald McDonald Charities. Something as simple as volunteering your company to prepare dinner for the families does more to fight the void than you can possibly imagine.

Thanks for reading ...

A Sad Day ...

The Paris neighborhood that inspired me to write The Juno Letters came under a heinous attack yesterday. To my friends join Paris and throughout France I extend my hand in sadness and in hope that you will stand tall and not be afraid. To the victims, their families and friends, the American people will stand beside you, and share your sorrow. I cry today for my beloved Paris.