Ok, boys and girls. We’re off to a good start. By creating a document and writing for the daily goal of 2000 words, we’re on track. Yay! Every little bit helps.
By approaching this way, I’ve discovered I can add to the word count throughout the day. That helps in a number of ways. First, the interruptions aren’t a show-stopper. Being retired is such a bonus. Many NaNoWriMo participants are still working, still raising families. Being young and having lots of energy would help a lot in getting the job done. Being retired and having lots of time is an advantage in and of itself. Party on, Garth!
By today’s header photo, you really get a sense of how fall appears to be over. Temperatures at the Home Office in Gretna, Nebraska are well over 60 degrees this week. Perfect. I’m adjusting my attitude, preparing it for winter. While winter can be beautiful, the cold temperatures cause lots of issues with the arthritis and chronic pain and asthma, which I’m plagued with. I love snow, and the look when it glistens under the moonlight. Get the picture?
Word Press, who hosts my website, has enacted some new features that nearly caused me heart failure. Every time I hit the PUBLISH button, the magic happens, then the screen refreshes, revealing lots of stuff I overlook. The stuff I do care about the most is the number of followers I have. While at about #985, imagine how my heart sank when the next day, it showed only #498 followers.
I couldn’t imagine what I did or wrote to make nearly 500 people mad. Isn’t it funny where our mind goes first? After investigating, I discovered they now tally Word Press followers, AND they report the number of people who signup on Word Press for e-mail notifications of a new blog. That gives a new total. Recently, it’s been 513. The rest of the followers are from Social Media. That total is 483. The total is holding steady at about 473. The grand total sits at #986 this week. WHEW! Another interesting statistic available is the number of consecutive days I’ve published in a row. That stands at 114 days. That’s a little less than one third of a year.
This is cause for celebration, although it’s a small one. Small victories all add up to big ones, my friends. The biggest help to an author is writing every day. Publishing every day is one step past that. Yay, me! I’m excited about writing again. Today. And every day.
Yes, some days the words and ideas are hard to find. Some days they flow, and for that, I’m grateful. The days they don’t, I am painfully aware of that fact. There are so many subjects, so many things we learn just from researching our every day life. As the day goes on, I try to notice everything I can. That’s how you learn new things, and I’m all about that.
Some days the writing is great. Some days, I amaze myself (she said, modestly). Other days I amaze myself, too (at how bad some writing is). It’s all good, though. I liken that to life in general. Not every day is great. Some days, it’s a real effort to remain positive. Monday was that kind of day, sort of.
I had a doctor’s appointment. Due to traffic issues, I had to drive through town. I tried to imagine all the major intersections along whichever route I might take. Which ones were too busy during that time of day? Which ones have fewer stoplights? Decisions were made quickly, and I did a pretty good job, only ten minutes late.
I made a mental note my blood pressure would probably be high because of rushing along. They precede the doctor visit with your blood work, and have results for you during that visit. It’s pretty cool how it works. The doctor part was on time.
It made me smile when the doctor told me the story of his terrible morning. His Apple watch alarm didn’t go off when it was supposed to. His scribe had the same thing happen. Hurry, hurry! As he got to the part of his route taking him through a beautiful park, there were barricades. His heart sunk. He hurried around, got stuck in traffic, and ended up being the same ten minutes late I was. By the end of my visit, he told me to have a great rest of the day. I told him the rest of his day would be stunning. He laughed, and said, “This was the turning point!” I told him, “Glad to have been of help.”
The thing of it is, we have a good, smart, kind man for a doctor. I found him because of my terrible experience with a tumor in my spine, along with an infection in my vertebral disks. I needed a new doctor, and he was in the office with the infectious disease doc I had to see for the infection. God smiled on me by having us meet, all the way back in 1996. The Babe started to go to him, too. We are grateful. What a smart man, who knows his stuff, and gives wonderful care.
Needless to say, I’m grateful for being 70 years old, disabled since age 48, I am in pretty good health. How? Sure, the orthopedic part of my body is bad, but the main systems that keep you alive – the respiratory; despite having asthma, I’m good; the circulatory, my heart is good; the nervous, despite neuropathy from pain, I’m pretty good; and everything else is fine. All things considered. I cannot than God enough for the life I have. And I’m excited for the life ahead of us. The Babe and me. You and me. Thanks for being here. It means a lot. Have a good rest of the evening, and I’ll see you tomorrow!