I...have...nothing on my schedule...for almost 3 months...

Guys, I...knock on wood, but...I think...I can maybe...like...write?

Like I used to write too, not this "few minutes here and there" bullshit.

So, love you all, but tomorrow I am officially cutting myself off from the net and civilization and we will see what happens, won't we?  Going to start with continuing the "War to End All Wars" reread edit and we'll see how long before I inevitably get bored with it and switch over to the Vicky novel, but...there's hope for progress of some sort!

I'm even giving up my hunt for a PS5!  Oh, the great sacrifices I make for you people!

I might finally play Assassin Creed Valhalla and I'll have to play it in 720p and sub 30fps, the horror!

Edit:  So I would have a PS5 right now, but my fraud service blocked the charge and shut down my card until I called my bank...FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, done with this, see you all in a couple months!

*goes to cry in a corner*

Extremely Important Observation

 Why is it that every time you get double same flavor in a sugar free Popsicle pack it's always fucking grape?!?!

Where's my fucking double cherry?  Huh?  Where?!?!

Slightly more important:  I got my second shot today.  Two week countdown until I can make-out with random strangers.  Cuz, ya know...I did so much of that before the pandemic...

Update:  they killed my arm.  RIP arm.

Rather Horrid Medical Update

My father finally got in for his heart procedure yesterday, driving through Fresno at 5am in a rain storm being quite an adventure in itself, and...well they pretty much treated him like an electric appliance and switched him off and back on.

Normally this resets your rhythm but they tried 3 times and it did nothing.  So...not good all around.  It's only the first step, but usually it's a first step that works, at least for a number of months, so...very bad mojo.

Next week I have to take my mother in for her second vaccine shot and then get mine a couple days later, so that's good, if another distraction.  Second shot is supposed to hit harder than the first, so we'll see what happens there.

I also have my six month from my first post surgery appointment the week after that.  That side of things has been awesome.  I'm down 85 pounds since surgery, 140 since I set off on this path.  Back nerve weirdness is minimal now, throat thing is in remission and looking back I cant believe how much pain I was in day to day that now is just gone.  Wrists can still be a little funky, but I live with my braces on at this point and even they've gotten better without all that extra weight around.

I also think...well, if I wrote that well feeling like shit, what can I do going forward?

I'm hopeful for the long future again, but it doesn't look like my father will be there to see it.

More good news is that April and May are clear so far and, maybe I can finally go Mad Scientist?  We'll see...we'll see.

Writer's Brain

Having just spent the day helping my mother grocery shop for hours and hours and hours, I finally boot up the laptop to check in on a Lego set I bought (Medieval Blacksmith so cool!!!) and see if it was shipped yet.

Me:  Supposed to be here by Friday but currently in Texas...well, God be with it.

Brain:  Isabel can't be Anima Mad.

Me:  ...what?

Brain:  Isabel can't be Anima Mad.

Me:  First of all, we aren't even writing that novel yet because we're an idiot who wanted to show off and came up with two fucking timelines and also thought why not write a Vicky novel--

Brain:  You kind of wrote some of it.

Me:  Like fifty pages and--

Brain:  Isabel can't be Anima Mad.  The problem isn't what you are writing, the problem is what you already wrote.

Me:  When did I say--

Brain:  Maximus can't be Anima Mad.  Isabel is a Maximus.  Thus, Isabel can't be Anima Mad.

Me:  So we know that yes there's more going on with dragons but that doesn't mean anima can't--

Brain:  She can't be Anima Mad.

Me:  When did I fucking write that then?

Brain:  Glassbreaker Goes Home.  When King Henry is talking to Old Man Price.  It's just one line.

Me:  *dawning realization*  Son of a Bitch!

Brain:  Better look it up, because I'm always right.

Me:  You are not.  Half the time you're just spouting stupid anxiety shit in the middle of the night about fucking typos.

Brain:  We hate the typos!!!

Me:  *look it up* Holy fuckballs!

Brain:  Isabel can't be Anima Mad.

Me:  Fine...Isabel can't be Anima Mad.  Sort of.  I don't quite have it all worked out, but it's complicated and we'll--

Brain:  Well whatever it is, she can't be Anima Mad now.

Me:  I fucking see that.

Brain:  I bet you just wrote that because you thought it sounded cool, didn't you?

Me:  *seething at past self*

Brain:  It is cool...it's a cool paragraph and a cool moment.  But...Isabel can't be Anima Mad.

Me:  It's 4PM, I've been out all day, I'm probably covered in Rona except for the mask shaped hole around my mouth, my Lego still isn't here yet and I just want to watch some YouTube, leave me alone!

Brain:  ...

Me:  *staring at the paragraph* Stupid ass.

Brain:  ...you should make a note.

Me:  New writer chair so comfy...

Brain:  You've already got it half figured out, but if you don't make a note you'll forget that you have to figure out the second half.  Then you'll have a continuity error.  All because you were too lazy to make a note.  Actually, you should open up your writing laptop and find the correct file and then make a note on the file in the chapter where it will probably come up since--

Me:  Paper note in my writer folder is all you get.

Brain:  ...what if you forget it?

Me:  You'll remember at some odd fucking hour out of the middle of nowhere, you weird fucking creature, won't you?!?!?

Brain:  ...I do it because I love you!

Me:  *make note*  Happy?

Brain:  You could make this into a funny blog post!