My wife and I are going to divorce.
The strain of this last year with my depression has been too great for her to continue to bear. Beyond that, I will not discuss the nature of our relationship in this blog. I do not wish to read any comments about how sad this is, how I'll find something new or anything else. I will delete any such remarks that appear in any comments. If I wanted that nonsense, I would spend my time at Hallmark instead of blogging.
Why bring it up, then?
Simply put, this blog is for me. That others have benefited is gratifying, of course, and it's what makes sharing my experiences easier for me, but at the end of the day, I blog for myself. I cannot compartmentalize something of this magnitude any longer. I have no idea the extent to which this will color future posts, but I can say that I hope to be able to offer some measure of comfort to readers who may also endure this particular brand of misery just as I have reached out to those who have fought depression, Crohn's disease or paying full price for Disney Blu-rays.
At present I have not processed enough of this or gained enough perspective to be able to offer anything helpful to anyone else with one lone exception. If you learn nothing else from me, let it be this:
The origin of a strain is irrelevant; whether the strain is properly addressed is all that matters.
It is almost impossible for me to expect to finish my NaNoWriMo project on time, having lost an entire eight days now in which I was unable to write a solitary word. I do hope to resume writing soon, though, and even if I fall short of the 30 November deadline, I intend to continue working on this story until I have completed a draft. That reminds me: I hate naming characters. So in lieu of banal platitudes I have no desire to read, why don't you do me an actual favor and submit some character names for me to pilfer?