Where Do I Begin?

Youngest had COVID, and we were worried. I’ve spent basically a month chasing Sky to get a Glass. There’s 35k of a NaNoWriMo written and a couple of fairly significant mental health wobbles negotiated. I missed writing, but I needed exercise more, mostly as the means to keep me sane. Starting tomorrow therefore, a rearrangement of priorities is in order, because there needs to be more writing that’s not on social media, and more for mental health. I’m applying for jobs. This is the way forward, like it or not.

I feel let down a lot by other people. October was the birthday month that made me realize that, like it or not, other people don’t care as much as I’d like them to. Many of those who stuck with me through this period I will never successfully ever be able to thank. There are a lot of others I’d like to set fires under too, but revenge is no use to anyone, when all is said and done. It’s a romantic notion, but all that energy expended is better placed in constructive progress, and that’s what we’re doing.

My future is in video, coffee and learning to back the right people.

History Repeating

There is a strict policy enforced in this house. Writing about my family is off limits. There are many, sensible reasons for this, that have emerged over the last few years, and they will not alter. That means the emergency that took place on Thursday, like everything else that’s happened in the last month, gets consigned to history as quickly as is humanly possible.

Needless to say, this is another thing I never, ever want to have to go through again.

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I’m getting better though, that much is apparent.

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However, crucially there is only an intermittent voice and still far too much coughing to be normal and so, like it or not, I will drag my sorry arse back to the Doctors tomorrow.

There will also be poetry submitted before a deadline. That’s progress.

Busy Doing Nothing

Can’t remember the last time I missed two days blog in a row. I’m fine, just needed decompression time: Friday there was just nothing doing at all in my head, and yesterday it was more important to sort domestic shiz, plus I was able to get a Special Bonus PT session in before my trainer disappears for a break.

Today, my daughter is going to teach me how to play Terraria, I have to mastic things, and there will be a very long walk. Poetry and work generally will be put on hold until Tuesday, as tomorrow is me sorting out a submission for an award. After that it’s full speed ahead with the project, which as yet doesn’t have a place to be uploaded to.

Once the Places of Poetry website goes live, everything will step up a gear.

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Mother in Law’s funeral is set for June 13th, day before my son’s last A level. That’s a discussion for some point next week, and not now. Now is about just decompressing after a fairly long period of emotional pressure, and focusing on what really matters most, which is each other. The wake will be in the Church Hall, and I suspect will be very well attended.

Right, let’s get going.