Hey followers! No, not dead. Not sick. Hopefully it’ll remain that way but with the way things are spreading, who’s to say how long that will last.
I’ve been struggling to find things to blog about because my minds been in a state of numbness over the past month and a half. It’s hard to find things to write about when you’re struggling with confusion and grief, not to mention political stupidity and public chaos. I think we can all agree that the world as a whole is not in a very good place. I ran to get toilet paper today because we were out. I just wanted the standard amount I always get and luckily, in our small town, it wasn’t all sold out yet. Close, but not yet.
This is what we’ve come to? Mass hysteria and stockpiling TP?
That aside, this entire virus is scaring me quite a bit. Not so much for myself and my children. We’re all relatively healthy individuals. But my dad with his current condition is high risk.
Another reason I haven’t written. I’ve been struggling to deal with what’s happening to my dad. As I’ve mentioned in the past, my dad has been diagnosed with Multiple Symptom Atrophy. FaceBook was oh-so-kind to remind me that the diagnosis happened nearly a year ago the other day.
Multiple Symptom Atrophy is an extremely rare neurodegenerative disorder that affects the autonomic nervous system and movement. So, at the moment, my dad’s vocal chords are partially paralyzed, he’s lost ability to move his legs and is confined to a wheelchair. His condition has been progressing at a rate that, quite honestly, has been scaring the shit out of me. No one wants to come to terms with the fact that they’re going to lose someone they love.
I’ve been coping relatively well on and off but the last month and a half has been emotionally exhausting. My family’s being put through the ringer and none of us want to be on the ride at all. It’s like being stuck on the worst rollercoaster in the fair, the old rickety one made of wood with supports that look extremely questionable, and slowing down on the platform only long enough to catch your breath before you’re forced through another stomach turning run.
So yeah, writing has been difficult.
Which is aggravating but will hopefully pass. With the weather finally starting to turn and the days getting longer, it feels euphoric almost to shrug off the winter.
I was able to update Army of Outlaws and am excited to announce that chapter seven is now up on Patreon. For anyone interested in tracking that down, you can find a link to it under the “Where to Find Me” tab.
Completely forgot that I changed up a few things on the site as well. Hopefully, it will make navigation easier for readers.
Thank you all for sticking with me. And if you’re one of those people stocking up on toilet paper…please stop. Nursing homes need it more. Let’s not let this hysteria go any further. Be mindful, wash your hands, stay hydrated and most importantly, stay sane.
Much love to you all!