I really shouldn’t be writing this blog post.
I am a few thousand words away from completing a novel. Yepper…95,000+ word beast that took all of the summer of 2K16, along with a few days of the Spring and the first few days of the Fall to complete.
By this time next month, I’ll be a few days away from another book launch with my writing team, and my local sponsor, Barnes & Noble Booksellers.
There is a problem…and since this is life…there will ALWAYS be a problem.
This weekend, the problem was this carbon based machine, that for the last fifty or so years, I’ve called “my body”. Something happened in my brain…and before I knew it, I was flopping around on the floor like a fish out of water. I couldn’t say words correctly, my hands were doing their own thing-locked tight to my waist, and curled into useless clubs.
Other people insisted that I go to the hospital, and when I did, the nurses and doctors put upon me the message that if I hadn’t gotten there when I did and they treated me with appropriate medicines, I might be dead.
Still…Jocko spoke to me.
“You’ve got to complete me. You can’t go now.”
My challenge was to get out of that hospital and tell the rest of my damn story.
I’m now at home. Scrivener is open and the words of the thirty-eighth chapter are screaming out at me. My characters are happy to be back in their environment. They are sprinting, fighting and clawing toward the finish line.
I’m just gonna embrace the challenges thrown my way as I head toward the finish line.