Cheeps

I was so excited at the end of October to write another novel. It was going to be light-hearted non-fiction. Well, maybe embellished a bit. But it was going to be fun just the same. And then I got some unwanted information that has pretty much blown my mind. Everybody’s healthy, so it’s nothing like that, but it appears that one more foundation block under a relationship that means a lot to me is crumbling. Soon there will be nothing left upon which it can stand, unless the relationship gets transitioned or redefined. Frankly, I don’t know if it’s strong enough for a metamorphosis. Therefore, I’ve begun preparing myself so that I don’t succumb to the grief.

Needless to say, I no longer feel like writing a book. I mean I DO, and I will….but maybe not in these next few days/weeks. Not under the time contraints of NaNoWriMo. I’m using every spare thought and quiet moment I have right now trying to process the inevitable, and searching for a way to come to terms with it. Until I do that, I can’t focus on much else.

I just don’t understand why everything has to be so fucking hard.

Good luck to all other Wrimos.

Even though I haven’t edited the novel I wrote during National Novel Writing Month in November 2008, I’m going to do this thing again. I have stories to tell, and my life has an unknown expiration date, so I’d better get crackin’. To echo the NaNoWriMo sentiment, I’ll “get it on paper now; edit later.” This one for the most part, is a non-fiction look back at my many (*ahem*) personal encounters. The title is Matinee.

I may embellish, but I won’t have to too much…

…because in retrospect, shit’s just funny.

As far as goodbyes to summer could possibly be good. Even though I love the autumn, I always hate to see summers go. To me, that feels like the end of the year, not December 31st.

My Canadian boo flew down and we drove further down to my sister’s houseboat in Kentucky, which is an hour away from all of my cousins in Tennessee. My oldest son and his boy (my grandson) went with us. What a blast we had, and the weather was perfect.

After a couple of days on the houseboat, with sunset barbecues on the upper deck, we loaded the Jeep and headed to Tennessee where all the cousins had gathered. It is always good to see them; I have so many memories of when we were just little children. Now we are all grandparents. We talk about days and weeks, but’s so hard to believe how quickly an entire lifetime can go by.

I had my tiny immediate family with me, a man that I love dearly, and got to hug all of my living cousins in one weekend last month. All in all, I have absolutely no complaints about how this year “ended.”

Testing at paikea’s suggestion, the insertion of a video hosted at YouTube. I chose this one because it always makes me smile.

This dear man many times during one of the worst years of my life, talked me down from the ledge, propped me up, and literally put on a lampshade just to make me smile. To do this he installed a webcam (very frustrating gadget for him) because we live 800 miles apart. Two weeks ago I went to Ontario, Canada to see him, and run some dogs. It was a great trip. I hadn’t seen him in a year.

I don’t like having to learn things all over again, but I’ve found it to be a requirement if you live long enough because things just keep on changing. If you want your life to remain the same you must change, too. That makes no sense, but my Vox neighbors will get it.

So here I go. I’ve imported my old scorpion1116 account at Vox. I guess the upside to this is it will encourage me to read back through the older stuff and dump/edit as I see fit. A fresh new start without losing everything……(*snort* That’ll be a first for me.)

This is 5 minutes old so I will be busy learning what everything does, like many of you will be. I hope we can get back in sync and somehow make this place work for us at least similarly to Vox. I want to keep in touch; you truly have become what I consider a very unique circle of friends, and we’ve been through a lot together in the last few years.