So appropriate. So fitting.
I found out that my dad has cancer. It was caught super-early, thanks to his wonderful doc, and he needs surgery, but it’s looking good. He doesn’t even need chemo. I’m still in shock, because we all were convinced it was nothing, but damn — life sure throws you curveballs when you least expect it to.
Dad and I are very close, best friends, actually. I was okay till I actually hugged him, then I cried. I’m still scared for him. I’ve seen too many loved ones pass away. It’s sad. But his spirits are good, he is going to fight it, and that’s wonderful to hear. So if there’s anyone out there reading this, please send up some prayers for him. He is the most wonderful father, a good man, and I can’t lose him.
I just can’t.
In other news, the weather here is most surprising. We’ve gone from snow (yes, you read that right) to near-perfect spring weather in less than a week. Very strange. Know that I’m keeping my eye on it. I’m starting to worry about global warming and all that. Coincidentally, in the fictional world of Requiem in Blue, earth has become almost completely immersed in water…due to global warming. Go figure.
I’m completely and utterly jazzed about Ghost. I sat down at work during a lull intending to make a few notes so I wouldn’t forget anything. What I ended up with was a rough, very interesting, very twisted outline. Lord knows it will mutate, even as I write the draft, but the bare bones are there and rattling, trying to get my attention. It is going to be amazing. And twisted. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Edited most of Pirouette part 5. Took me almost all afternoon. Most of it, unfortunately, it about to meet the chopping block. One subplot in particular hurts to let go, but it’s just too involved for the Rewrite (of Doom). There’s no way I can work it in. It will however be saved for another book altogether or another book in the series.
I also caught a few issues that I’d forgotten…..plot threads and twists that I, in the course of frantic writing and then taking a breather in December, must pick back up and plug in. And complete. I really am proud of myself. I had some good ideas. 😉 Just gotta prune them and make them work.
I’m waiting anxiously for my materials to arrive for my book indexing venture. I’m taking a correspondence course that will teach me how to make those handy-dandy things at the back of most reference books. Apparently it is a freelance market, which I didn’t know. And with my Journalism degree, and love of books and knowledge, I think I would enjoy it. So more news on that as we go.
Lastly, I just wanted to say that I feel so lucky to be a writer. It’s times like these that it truly carries me, helps me cope. I’ve been jazzed just about all day about Ghost and the Rewrite (of Doom). Imagine that. It’s awesome to escape into your own little world, for just a short time. Sometimes I complain about having so many ideas hitting me all at once, but in reality, I love it. I love every part of this life. I love that I will get to do this for the rest of my life –whether or not I go pro. And you’d better believe it, I will be writing until the last breath leaves my body and my hands are still. Only then will I stop.
But my words will live forever.
Life is truly an interesting thing. I was depressed when I started, but now I’m uplifted. Is it the talk of writing and my projects? Is it that my Dad will most likely come out of this ok? Or is it just the fact that I’m alive, that spring is on its way? I’m not sure. But maybe I should keep my eyes open just a little longer.