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It’s almost time…

NaNoWriMo 2019 is almost upon us. In just 13 hours, the keys will begin clicking here on the Pacific, as people commit to the mad dash to 50k words in merely a month.


I still don’t know if I’m going to do it or not. I want to try; since my meltdown last week, I feel a little better. Or did, until I finally finished moving. My back and shoulders are completely destroyed and my asthma will barely let me breathe… though that’s nothing new. There’s a nebulizer next to my computer. I can deal with that.

But then I had dinner last night. That was a mistake. Red Robin here in Albany is apparently the goddamn devil. I had an A1 Peppercorn Burger (hold the onion straws), and the lady of the house had a Whiskey River (with veggie patty.)

We have been on a rotating schedule in the restroom since arriving home last night, things coming from both ends. It isn’t helping our muscular exhaustion or the headaches we both have from moving. It doesn’t seem ready to stop. I don’t know how well I can picture lurking above my keyboard at 12:01 AM to begin the first word rush, which I had actually intended to do as late as 5 PM yesterday.

Given my temperament, if I miss the starting gun, I’m liable to just throw in the towel. It’s not a healthy attitude, but I know myself, and I know how I am sometimes.

But for those who are participating for certain, and those already going (it’s November 1st already in a great many places), I wish you luck. May the words flow easily.

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Power Trip

My writing area is (mostly) set up in the new house. It’s in the upstairs loft, butted up against the half-wall that looks down on the living room.

It pleases me. I don’t know if it pleases me enough to actually keep me at the keys, but there is a sense of power and entertainment sitting up here. It makes me think of Night Vale and the sheriff’s floating office. The little shelf that is now occupied by Little Miss No Name, Oscar, Springtrap and Spike, all of whom stare expectantly at the downstairs, also pleases me.


The only downside at this point is there’s no coffee or bathroom facilities up here. Dragging my gimpy butt downstairs to refill my mug or attend to the needs of the body and then lurching back up them isn’t an easy endeavor. I think I’m going to try to convince the lady of the house that I need a Keurig up here. Solves half the problem, at least… and I can always refill the water in the Keurig whenever I am forced downstairs for bathroom usage.

There’s more to put up here; I want to tuck my ancient typewriter and my Day 1 PS3 in the corner on a display shelf, and place copies of my own work on that shelf as well. Need a new USB hub to hook everything up. Going to drape a greenscreen on the back wall, so I can be one of those fancy streamers. But for the most part, I’m done, and I can survey the rest of the house like a kingdom, drunk on my own power.

I kinda like it.

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Desk Job

It was not easy, and I’m fairly certain my kneecap is in the wrong place and my spine is terribly misaligned, but my desk (and thus my computer) are now where they are supposed to be. It was an exciting adventure.

I will most likely be updating my “View from the Desk” video in the near future because for some reason I enjoy thinking people might admire this space and one day say “Did you know? This is where the magic was born!” Not that they would, but it’s fun to imagine.

Tomorrow I’m supposed to attend a NaNoWriMo meeting. I am terrified. I don’t know whether I’m going to go or not. Depression, anxiety, pain, and strep throat say no. Logic and the desire to be free of those (at least the ones I can be; the strep still has 8 days of antibiotics to clear) say I not only should go, but that I must go.

We’ll see who wins tomorrow afternoon. Or if my spine has popped back into place.

Until next time, folks.

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Good Things Coming… Maybe

The move is almost done. I’m feeling a little better after a medication tweak and the doctor’s visit. I may have wrought mass destruction on what manuscripts existed at the time, but I feel like I may be able to come back to the keys.

My computer is in its new home, though still missing the desk. The desk weighs almost 200 pounds. Getting such a thing down one set of stairs, into the bed of a truck that has no tiehooks and a tailgate you can’t put down, 30 miles southward, then off said truck and up a set of stairs is something a cripple like me has yet to figure out. If you’ve got any ideas (or are in the Salem, OR area and willing to help), let me know. Then there’s the lady of the house’s desk, which is even heavier, and let us not forget the dresser, which isn’t horrendously heavy (at least, once you take the drawers out and the mirror off) but incredibly awkward and just a teensy bit longer than the bed of my truck.

My employer has received the doctor’s notes stating just how fucked up and broken I am. One can only hope they say “Oh. Shit. Guess he is broken.” We’ll find out next week. Hopefully it’s good news. But at least I’ve finally gotten all the paperwork done on my end.

I still need surgery. It still costs a fortune. If you’ve got a dime to spare and feel like dropping it in my bucket, it’d be much appreciated; you can find the GoFundMe right here. Or if you like my stuff and want to contribute on a more ongoing basis, you can stop by my Patreon. Everything helps, and is always appreciated, and if there’s anything I can do in return, you need only ask.

I think that’s it for today. My back and lungs are destroyed from what I did manage to do today, even though it wasn’t much. Meds, then sleep, I think. Until next time.


Moving Day

Yesterday, the move began. Had to move, as Salem was getting too expensive, the lady of the house’s commute was too exhausting, all the doctors I need are too far out, and our neighbors suck with their habits of blowing pot smoke under their door and into ours (or out their bedroom window, where it drifts directly into ours) and bioweapons grade insect infestations that crawl up from downstairs. Living in an upstairs apartment for a gimp like me was also massively unpleasant.

I wore myself out, because as is my penchant, I said “fuck it, I’m gonna get shit done” and pushed myself well past my breaking point. Still isn’t even close to done. I got all the dishes moved. Which is a greater accomplishment than you might think (there were roughly 10 boxes of dishes, all fairly large and slightly overpacked, which had to be lugged downstairs, tied into a truckbed, transported 30 miles and then unloaded in a rainstorm), but still not that great. I set the bed up. I got internet turned on. Hooray.

In the process of all that, I got a call from one of my doctors, saying the words I’ve been arguing with 6 doctors over for nearly a year and informing me of the appointment where it will be marked on official documentation, so perhaps my employer will quit stalling and actually pay me (and my lawyer will have the paperwork he wants to send to SSI.) “It is not safe for you to return to work. We’ll see you Friday for your documentation.”

I’m torn on that. On the one hand, it’s somewhat of a relief; it means that maybe I can finally help pay some rent, catch up the credit cards that are maxed and delinquent, that sort of thing. It means there’s hope for at least some income trickling in soon. On the other hand, it probably means my employer’s going to let me go once they pay it (since at this time it appears unlikely I’ll be going back any time soon, surgery or no), which means no insurance (which is already on the verge of cancellation as it is.)

It also feels like a punch to the gut. I’m one of those weirdos who actually wants to work. I liked my job. I’d rather be doing it, and working to the next tier position. Maybe one day I can go back, but it’s likely I’d be starting from the bottom again. That’s assuming I can get my surgery, survive the refractory period, and have significant quality of life increases from it after the six month recovery time expires.  Lots of ifs, there.

Anyway. My brain’s up in the air. Trying to figure out how I’m going to get my computer, PS4 and television to the new house (let alone the furniture.) The rain and driving a Ford Ranger (small cab, short bed) makes moving electronics an exciting proposition. But I’ll figure it out. Hopefully. I’m still trying to do a post a day (doing this at the old house, since I haven’t yet dismantled my “writing corner”) and pretend I actually do stuff with social media, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep that up over the next week. I’ll do my best.

Hope everyone out there is well.

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After two years in this place, it’s time to go. Moving down south a bit. Though it’s just a hop, skip, and jump, its still a trifle intimidating. Packing everything up and heading into a new place.

Hopefully the new place lacks pot clouds leaking under the door and aggravating my health problems. Hopefully there aren’t any bioweapons-grade escapee bedbugs in the new place. My doctors are closer, for the most part. The place is bigger, and may actually be laid out in a fashion better suited to using my PSVR or streaming in a way that doesn’t leave my camera looking like it’s pointing through the Piss Christ. We shall see. It may even have a layout that lets me put up a green curtain, so I can feel like one of the cool kids. I have no idea what I’d actually do with that, but its nice to think about.

While I prep for that move, it makes it a bit harder to work, though. A lot of my things are already packed up (it’s going to be a very tight schedule between our move out date in the old place and the move-in date for the new one), and there’s stacked boxes everywhere. Navigating the house is like snaking through a labyrinth and is liable to only get worse.

It means there’s less time and less ability to make content, which I hate. It also makes it way too easy for me to say “ehhhhhh, maybe later.” As a born procrastinator with severe depression, excuses like that are not my friends.

I’m going to try to stay consistent. I’m almost at a 60-day streak here on this site, and I’ve managed to make at least one tweak in Black Yard and earn two trophies every day. That may not sound like much, but it’s continual measurable progress. I don’t want to lose it.

It’ll be interesting to see if my Bird Box powers of navigation transfer to the new place, though. I would get lost constantly back in Reno or Carson City, and would end up hopelessly confused in South Lake Tahoe. Here in Salem, I’m like a damned homing pigeon. I don’t know that I’ll still have that power in Albany. I hope so.

Hopefully everyone else’s weekend is going well, and you’re finding productive things to do; as for me, it’s off to pack up my “research materials.”

If you like my stuff and want to help keep me doing it, you can always drop a dime in the bucket either on Patreon or in my surgery fund over at GoFundMe. Either is always appreciated, though never required. Thanks for visiting.

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