Onwards and Upwards

Last night we took Sheridan to a Cub Scout recruitment. He was almost vibrating with excitement and I thought I was going to have to sit on the boy during the meeting. And of course with my CMT acting up, I barely had the energy to sit upright. Anyways, we signed him up and a lot more of my precious time is about to disappear. Soon, there will be meetings, camp outs, activities, and all sorts of other things involving those two dreaded words...parental involvement. Yep, apparently there is more to having kids than sprinkling a little water on them and then watching them grow up to take care of you in your old age.

Finding time to write is going to get harder.

On the writing front, on online webzine named Dark Fire has agreed to include my story "Storm Chase" in their fiftieth issue...which will be published in early March. It's a great chance to get one of my stories out there in front of people for free. "Storm Chase" was originally published in "The Middle of Nowhere," a horror anthology by Pill Hill Press. It was actually my first story to ever see print, and now it will be my first story to be in a webzine. Not bad for a little story that was originally written as an experiment in one-scene story telling.

Oh well, now I need to go figure out how to mail a book. I promised a signed copy to a blog reader who runs a library. Now lets hope my hands are functioning good enough to sign the thing in at least a semi-legible form. This has been one of the odder phenomenons as the CMT has moved into my hands...I'm losing the ability to write with a pen or pencil, although I still have the ability to type. Different muscles involved, I guess. Oh well, as long as I'm still typing, it's all good.

Not much else to report. I gotta pick up Rowan again today and go do the Starbucks thing. The lady who cleans our house is showing up today, and the place isn't even a wreck. So I guess overall... It's all cool.

Lethargy

Physically, I've been next to useless for the past two days.

My CMT has been acting up, and I've also been flattened with this crushing bout of lethargy. It's all I can do at times to get out of my chair. I'm not sure what has causes this, since I've been careful and I'm sure I haven't eaten any gluten lately. Sometimes, I guess Charcot Marie Tooth doesn't need a "trigger" to act up. I suspect it's the CMT because not only have I been extremely lethargic, but my hands have been trembling to the point it's very difficult to type.

And we certainly want me to keep typing.

Not only have I added ten thousand words to Argiope since I've dusted it off and unshelved it, but last night I had inspiration for my next "Shades" story while I lay there in bed trying to go back to sleep. Think young junior high ne'er-do-well getting crosswise with a hatchet toting Victorian farm wife type of tale. I've already got several scenes of this story fully realized in my head, I just need to string them together into a good yarn.

But I also need to get a move on and shake this lethargy off.

I have Rowan's therapy today, and I have to pick her up from school at twelve thirty to take her there. Fortunately, they have a Starbucks practically next door so I can caffienate myself into a vibrating frenzy while she is there. I also have to take Sheridan to a Cub Scout recruitment tonight, so I have to find the energy for that. But theres even more. The kids snacked on chips yesterday and took advantage of the fact I haven't had the energy to keep up with them.. So the carpet is sprinkled with chips and the house is scattered with debris of wild children run amok. And since my friend Cheri Galbiati is coming over to watch Rowan tonight while I take Sheridan for his Cub Scout encounter, I need to find the energy to muck the place out so Rowan won't be able to hide under all the mess.

I'm too old for this!!!!!