I have bronchitis. Sigh. AGAIN. I am SOOOOOO glad I live in a world with antibiotics, decongestants, and tissues with aloe.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
SICK. UGH
Okay, I thought it was allergies, then a cold. NOPE. I have some sort of crud that is driving me to the doctor. In less than 48 hours it's gone into my chest and I was running a 101.5 fever. Fever is down at the moment, but I really didn't need this crapola. Alas, there you go.
So I'm back to bed. Everything -- the day job, the book, life, is just going to have to wait until I recover.
Cie
Back from the doctor. Bronchitis. Again. Sigh. I am very glad I live in a world with antibiotics and decongestants.
So I'm back to bed. Everything -- the day job, the book, life, is just going to have to wait until I recover.
Cie
Back from the doctor. Bronchitis. Again. Sigh. I am very glad I live in a world with antibiotics and decongestants.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Life
As you probably guessed from the previous post about my Dad. Things have been hard of late. There's no getting past that. Loss happens to every single one of us at one time or another. You get through it. You keep moving forward because, frankly, there is no going back.
That's part of life.
It is not, fortunately, all of life. But without the darkness, there would be no contrast for the light. The light wouldn't burn near so bright were there no end to it, no knowledge of its absence.
I need to get back to writing. It's hard to focus, and I suspect that the loss will in some ways color the book I am writing. That's good. Because good art reflects life, illuminating reality in ways both beautiful and ugly. And I would like to think I can create good art. I would like to believe that my words can touch others. Judging by some of the things readers say to me, they occasionally do.
I will spend the holiday weekend writing, and working around the house, and thinking about my family. I won't do the social things because I'm not feeling particularly social.
I will probably start blogging regularly again soon. Maybe I'll get to doing the newsletter and the interviews and all of the other stuff that has been backlogged. I'll go through the e-mails and try to figure out who I owe prizes to, and get back to the beta readers and potential assistants.
But not today.
Not even this weekend.
I wish you all happiness. Memorial Day is about remembering those who have fought for, and sometimes died for, our freedoms, so do that. Then go celebrate those freedoms whichever way suits your fancy. Eat a grilled burger or raise a glass for me.
Cie
That's part of life.
It is not, fortunately, all of life. But without the darkness, there would be no contrast for the light. The light wouldn't burn near so bright were there no end to it, no knowledge of its absence.
I need to get back to writing. It's hard to focus, and I suspect that the loss will in some ways color the book I am writing. That's good. Because good art reflects life, illuminating reality in ways both beautiful and ugly. And I would like to think I can create good art. I would like to believe that my words can touch others. Judging by some of the things readers say to me, they occasionally do.
I will spend the holiday weekend writing, and working around the house, and thinking about my family. I won't do the social things because I'm not feeling particularly social.
I will probably start blogging regularly again soon. Maybe I'll get to doing the newsletter and the interviews and all of the other stuff that has been backlogged. I'll go through the e-mails and try to figure out who I owe prizes to, and get back to the beta readers and potential assistants.
But not today.
Not even this weekend.
I wish you all happiness. Memorial Day is about remembering those who have fought for, and sometimes died for, our freedoms, so do that. Then go celebrate those freedoms whichever way suits your fancy. Eat a grilled burger or raise a glass for me.
Cie
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Goodbye and Thanks
My father is dead.
You couldn't ask for a better man or parent. He was a hero, and my hero.
Cie
You couldn't ask for a better man or parent. He was a hero, and my hero.
Cie
Monday, May 07, 2012
Long, Long Ago . . .
A random FaceBook post reminded me of something from a long time ago.
My son worked odd shifts at a grocery store. He would also go out late with his buds. When he got home, he was invariably hungry, and would pop some food into the microwave.
Two or three times in a row I found myself out of bed and in the shower at like 2:00 in the morning because I thought the alarm had gone off. Instead, it was the microwave ding (which was the exact same tone as my alarm clock.)
I got a different microwave. Packed up the other one for when he moved out. I mean, SERIOUSLY! Yeah, I could have gotten a different alarm, but I was seriously pissed at that microwave.
My son worked odd shifts at a grocery store. He would also go out late with his buds. When he got home, he was invariably hungry, and would pop some food into the microwave.
Two or three times in a row I found myself out of bed and in the shower at like 2:00 in the morning because I thought the alarm had gone off. Instead, it was the microwave ding (which was the exact same tone as my alarm clock.)
I got a different microwave. Packed up the other one for when he moved out. I mean, SERIOUSLY! Yeah, I could have gotten a different alarm, but I was seriously pissed at that microwave.
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