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Ok, updating the blog. My head hurts. Work's not bad. It has its stresses, but they wax and wane. That’s one secret to stress management; I’m sure. We can all take pressure, but when it never abates, we burst. I’m not thrilled with my wife’s work schedule. It’s very disruptive to our family unit, in my opinion that is. Work, sleep— work, sleep. That’s pretty much all we get. Maybe it’ll change someday. Meeting up with Dad this coming Sunday. He might talk reasonably about the things we need to talk about. I hope he doesn’t get gloomy on me. Can’t say I know what it’s like in his shoes, but at least he’s got family around to help. I wrote a short story, posted it, then took it down. I realized there were some errors in the reality I had created. I got so wrapped up in the red herring that it wasn’t realistic. In fact I kind of gave it away. Had the wife read it after I posted. She is very left brained. In fact I might as well have had a robot read it, but that’s the point after all. If she sees through a plot trick then it surely isn’t any good. Kind of convenient having her around for that. Got to catch her when I can, though. I’ll rewrite what I must and repost. Glad I didn’t get any reviews yet. I sent a couple of snail mail letters for the group. The second person, I hadn’t written to before, at least I don’t think so. It’s been a while. I tried to be funny in that one. I hope she reads far enough to see the joke and doesn’t quit early thinking I’m some lunatic. We should all get a little break on that though. We’re writer’s after all. Writing crazy things every so often is perfectly normal. When my head hurts I’m not hungry, but I should eat. I should also get to sleep earlier tonight. The Xbox doesn’t always think so. Even with everything that’s going on, the things making my head hurt, it’s still not all that bad. I’ll get through. I’m not so very old, but I am old enough to know that making it past one hurdle only brings you to the next. That part is taking some getting used to. Just got to keep it from coming too fast. Too bad there’s nothing to be done about that. |