It is actually Saturday morning as I write. I will likely post tomorrow or Monday. Never just write and hit publish. Write, edit, let it marinate then rewrite and edit again.
I am here for the wedding of a couple of friends, Amanda and Randy. As of right now the sky is cloudy and the lake is covered with light layer of fog. I woke up early at 6:00 and sat on the balcony watching the peace surrounding me. Birds were singing and deer quietly traipsed in the woods below. I anticipated a lake full of boats this morning but they were very infrequent. When they did motor by they interrupted the serenity. By the time the sun comes out this afternoon I anticipate a traffic jam of boats but the wedding I attend should be picturesque.
I haven’t written anything in a couple of months. Call it a sabbatical. I was doing too much at once and needed to take a step back from everything. Back in March I brought my laptop into the bar and after opening it I dreaded typing the next word. In my real world job of software sales I work ten to twelve hour days. In the corporate world you don’t ever really get a day off. Instead, your PTO is used to buy time before you have to respond to somebody. Last month I was in Las Vegas with friends and I did two back to back conference calls at 7:30 in the morning. But work is necessary because, as I stated earlier, work = healthcare = survival. In addition to the a sequel of my novel I started writing a second. And then I have this blog as well as social media to keep up with (Twitter still baffles me). Oh, and lets not forget the ongoing treatment for pancreatic cancer.
So I just stopped everything I was doing and played Fallout 4 for the last couple of months. It’s not that I have writers block. I definitely have stories in my head that want to get out. Just that the act of sitting down and writing is time consuming work. After working a ten hour work day I am loathed to sit down and pound on a keyboard for another hour or two.
My cancer treatment continues. We have run through the first course of chemotherapy. Now something called Lanreocide has been added to the mix. It is supposed to starve the tumors from the hormones that are feeding it. The doctor said most people want a break from chemo at this point but I seem to be holding up well. The primary concern with side effects seem to be anemia. My hemoglobin is a concern. It is down to 8.1 and iron supplements don’t seem to be helping. That walk from the party barge uphill to the resort pretty much kicked my ass last night. For the next round of chemo (#18) I anticipate a bag of iron sucrose as black as Satan’s blood.
My last two months have been pretty quiet. I really dialed down everything and kept to myself a bit (aside from that trip to Vegas). I can’t stay too idle for long. While the physical tasks of living becomes more challenging with fatigue my mind is as active as ever and I can feel that urge to do more. Maybe it is time for me to step up again?