Darswords

There has been no further writing on my Camp NaNo novel. 😦   I know. But then I do have a bundle of reasons and excuses. 

I could present this as a multiple choice test, but there are serious reasons not to do this. First of all, remember the friend who I requested prayer/positive thoughts/Reiki for? Yeah. Well. I got the call that he was dying and my best friend asked that I come be with her in his final days. I spent most of the night at the hospital with her. The next day another friend and I went in to see them again. My dear friend looked worse and his wife said that they would be pulling the proverbial plug soon. I wasn’t able to stay the day, the friend who brought me and I were both having health issues of our own, so we had to go home. Midnight, or there about, I got a text that husband was with the angels.

Tom was a very special man, full of patience, kindness, goodness. He gave up clothes from his closet when my brother moved in with us having been homeless in FL. My brother came with only the clothes on his back.

Tom was an English teacher at a charter high school here. He was an important part of our writers’ group. He would offer his expertise when asked but mostly he was very encouraging listening to our attempts at creative writings. He managed a couple NaNoWriMos and won. Meanwhile from the time he learned of NaNo he introduced his students to the concept and many finished the lowered word-count and a few surpassed us all.

He would bring chocolate to our groups, or other goodies, just because. For me, it often seemed he read my mind. I would be trying to say something or think of a certain word and he knew what I meant. He would intervene on these ‘senior moments’ ever so kindly. I was always relieved to know that someone understood my blathering. I miss him already!

So was it the sadness? Was it the stair climbing and walking all over the hospital? Or was it the cruel barometric pressure changes (the graph looked like a roller-coaster on steroids)? Whatever it was I am just getting over (I hope) one of the worse fibro-flares ever!

I missed a whole weekend that I could have been writing using Dragon Naturally Speaking. I can only use that when my stepson is at work. (Tiny apartment with very little privacy.) And this flare has been tough on my shoulders and arms, so typing was out.

Enough of the excuses? Okay. But I will have to expand my month of writing to probably mid-August. Because I know that the next few days will be about getting ready for the funeral and helping my friends where I can.