So, I was having a good day. I wrote 5,000 words. (I also cut 16,000 words, but most of them are redeemable, so it’s okay). I finished reading another thick book. I wrote a letter. I played with my son.
And then I read this, on Paul Kidby’s web-site, which is the official-enough site of Terry Pratchett.
I would have liked to keep this one quiet for a little while, but because of upcoming conventions and of course the need to keep my publishers informed, it seems to me unfair to withhold the news. I have been diagnosed with a very rare form of early
onset Alzheimer’s, which lay behind this year’s phantom “stroke”.
We are taking it fairly philosophically down here and possibly with a mild optimism. For now work is continuing on the completion of Nation and the basic notes are already being laid down for Unseen Academicals. All other things being equal, I
expect to meet most current and, as far as possible, future commitments but will discuss things with the various organisers. Frankly, I would prefer it if people kept things cheerful, because I think there’s time for at least a few more books yet :o)
PS I would just like to draw attention to everyone reading the above that this should
be interpreted as ‘I am not dead’. I will, of course, be dead at some future point, as
will everybody else. For me, this maybe further off than you think – it’s too soon to tell.
I know it’s a very human thing to say “Is there anything I can do”, but in this case I
would only entertain offers from very high-end experts in brain chemistry.
As he says, he’s not dead, and he’s really not. But still. It knocked the wind out of me really badly. I can’t stop thinking about it.
Glumness aside, it makes me want to hurry and write faster and faster and faster. We only have so much time, after all.
And I hope he has a lot, lot more.
& so, to a Baby Doctor’s Appointment.