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Trying to get my feet wet without falling in |
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It has been some time since I last posted. A lot has happened and this will be an effort to “catch up” before I head in a new direction. I used to write under the name Dave Gordon. I had a comedy blog for several years plus longer works, several of which were published. The last novel reached number 13 on the fictionwise listings. Then two of my pieces were stolen and received wide distribution in a file named “252 Good Science Fiction Books”. I didn't care, I wasn't doing it for the money anyway. Things changed around 10 years ago. I had a reaction to a medication I was taking in a futile attempt to quell persistent mania. The reaction almost killed me. The “End of Life” counselor came to see me. My wife did not believe I would live another day. Fortunately, the doctors finally stopped the offending medication, but not before I had suffered mild brain damage. I say mild because only a few functions were affected. My ability to write was one of them. I no longer had that spark that causes words to fly onto the page. Endless stories no longer played out in my imagination. My fingers sat poised over the keyboard as if made of wood. That part of me had died. There were other casualties as well. My cognitive abilities took a hit. My sense of balance has gone missing. I have a tremor that prevents me from filling out forms (darn). Years ago it was not uncommon for someone to say I was a genius. They don’t say that anymore. Aggravating the problem is my constant surgeries, fifteen at last count. Pile on top of that serious chronic pain, which is well treated, but does nothing to improve the mental situation. So why start up again? Writing was an important part of my life at one time and I want to reclaim it. It is quite possible I will stink at it but I am going to try. Even though not much happens in my life except medical appointments, I am going to write about something else. Perhaps I will write about my incredible pot harvest, or my increasing musical abilities (which, thank God, were not affected by the brain damage). There are things to be said about how people treat mental patients. But mostly, there are things to be said. I know they are there, I just need to find them. |
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