what? where? who? Oh yes, me, here.
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dragonlady7Have just spent morning furiously cranking out words at my fastest possible pace. Between seven and noon, I have managed... 1,2-- no wait, Word is calculating. Ah. 2,498. Well, I feel better about that. It said 1200-something for a moment and I was feeling a bit resigned. 2500 is much better. Meaning my cumulative total including all the bullshit is just about 7000.
I might make it. I don't know. If it's dead at work and I'm not tired at all, all month...
I hate this time of year, really I do. Novembers are always horrible. November '02 my grandmother died. November '03 the company I worked for decided that my objection to the boss's actual insanity meant "things weren't working out" and they spent that month trying to convince me to quit. (Because their unemployment insurance would go up if they fired me, because they fired people all the time. Needless to say I did not quit.) November '04 I was so broke I thought I would die of brokeness and then I started two jobs on the same day and still was broke and hated it all. And November '05.. Well, so far it's been scary but there's actually some good news.
Dad called this morning and the tests all came back with good news. They combed every inch of him for so much as a hint of cancer and came back with nothing, so that means chemo's not even on the table. His cancer is localized but active-- on a scale of 2 to 10, with 2 being so inert you don't bother treating it but just observe it, his is a 7, which means it has Ambitions. So, his choices are radiation and surgery. Surgery is actually major-- they have to move a lot of stuff out of the way to get at the fool thing, and it's a 5-hour procedure with all kinds of recovery. Urgh. So he's thinking radiation would be less gory, and there's one option that would really only require one doctor visit, etc. Anyhow, he has two weeks to decide. Mom asked whether he'd be recovered by February-- they were planning on driving to Georgia to return Scout to Katy and Adam once they're demobilized-- and the doctor was optimistic.
Dad said, however (tongue firmly in cheek) that it looked like we wouldn't be having any more siblings, although the doctor did point out that the treatment wasn't going to do anything age wasn't going to get around to eventually. Grim.
While writing this I was astonished by a knock at the door. One of the people on the Buffalo scooterists' mailing list stopped by-- she was just yesterday medically cleared to ride her scooter again after some medical incident or other-- so she was out running errands happily, and stopped by our place because we live not far from her. She has a Stella, the British Racing edition, which is a beautiful medium-dark green with yellow accents. She showed me her new Docs, I showed her mine, and we bonded briefly before she went off on her errands. Which was fun.
Meh, I have to do laundry and clean the house. I was going to go grocery shopping but Z decided he'd rather have the car and do errands after work than leave it to me to do them during the day, which suits me juuuuust fiiiiine. Means more time sitting here. Means more time writing. I do like this novel, I do, and I do have faith that it'll be worth reading. one of these years. After one of these rewrites.
i gotta improve my workflow.
I might make it. I don't know. If it's dead at work and I'm not tired at all, all month...
I hate this time of year, really I do. Novembers are always horrible. November '02 my grandmother died. November '03 the company I worked for decided that my objection to the boss's actual insanity meant "things weren't working out" and they spent that month trying to convince me to quit. (Because their unemployment insurance would go up if they fired me, because they fired people all the time. Needless to say I did not quit.) November '04 I was so broke I thought I would die of brokeness and then I started two jobs on the same day and still was broke and hated it all. And November '05.. Well, so far it's been scary but there's actually some good news.
Dad called this morning and the tests all came back with good news. They combed every inch of him for so much as a hint of cancer and came back with nothing, so that means chemo's not even on the table. His cancer is localized but active-- on a scale of 2 to 10, with 2 being so inert you don't bother treating it but just observe it, his is a 7, which means it has Ambitions. So, his choices are radiation and surgery. Surgery is actually major-- they have to move a lot of stuff out of the way to get at the fool thing, and it's a 5-hour procedure with all kinds of recovery. Urgh. So he's thinking radiation would be less gory, and there's one option that would really only require one doctor visit, etc. Anyhow, he has two weeks to decide. Mom asked whether he'd be recovered by February-- they were planning on driving to Georgia to return Scout to Katy and Adam once they're demobilized-- and the doctor was optimistic.
Dad said, however (tongue firmly in cheek) that it looked like we wouldn't be having any more siblings, although the doctor did point out that the treatment wasn't going to do anything age wasn't going to get around to eventually. Grim.
While writing this I was astonished by a knock at the door. One of the people on the Buffalo scooterists' mailing list stopped by-- she was just yesterday medically cleared to ride her scooter again after some medical incident or other-- so she was out running errands happily, and stopped by our place because we live not far from her. She has a Stella, the British Racing edition, which is a beautiful medium-dark green with yellow accents. She showed me her new Docs, I showed her mine, and we bonded briefly before she went off on her errands. Which was fun.
Meh, I have to do laundry and clean the house. I was going to go grocery shopping but Z decided he'd rather have the car and do errands after work than leave it to me to do them during the day, which suits me juuuuust fiiiiine. Means more time sitting here. Means more time writing. I do like this novel, I do, and I do have faith that it'll be worth reading. one of these years. After one of these rewrites.
i gotta improve my workflow.
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Date: 2005-11-02 06:09 pm (UTC)And congrats on the writing :) Sounds like you've been on a good rip lately
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Date: 2005-11-02 06:33 pm (UTC)I'm wishing for a day or two errand-less days off to write. I try to write during the day, but my crazy boss expects work out of me. I should explain that I only have another 28 days to write over 45,000 words so he should leave me alone. I wonder if it'll work...