Til Death: 217
Daily Goal: Not Met
It has just been kind of a shitty day all around. Anybody who’s been around lately should recognize that I’ve been scatterbrained and busy and stretched too thin between 2 jobs, family, new puppy, etc. I haven’t been able to really get my head clearly back in this book for the last two weeks, such that yesterday I decided to literally start from scratch. The only thing I KNOW I’m keeping is the Prologue. I spent some time today trying to work out more of a real plot in terms of the suspense and while I have an overall plan of what’s going on, I don’t know the specifics at all, which is driving me nuts. Still, I managed to get a little written before I got The Phone Call.
My father has a brain tumor. It’s some thing called an acoustic neuroma, which is basically a tumor on his auditory nerve, which screws with his balance and hearing. The prognosis is good in the sense that it’s not going to kill him. But he’s going to lose the hearing in that ear and have a lot of other problems depending on which treatment option he goes with. So my concentration is shot and right now I just don’t give a damn that I don’t have a plot. There are more important things in life. For those of you so inclined, please add him to your prayer list.
Oh, no, I’m so sorry to hear about your Dad! Your family is definitely in my prayers. You’re absolutely right–there are much more important things for you to worry about right now than the story.
I’m so sorry. I have some inkling what you’re facing–I can remember being told my mother had lupus–a chronic, debilitating disease you can’t do anything about and can just barely fight. I can remember thinking, Not my mother. She’s too strong. She can’t have lupus.
I’ll keep you and your father in my prayers.
Thanks so much guys.
I’m sorry to hear about your dad.