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So I’m a blogging junkie, I admit it. I haven’t blogged in a long time, not since I relaunched johnhartness.com as a site for my fiction, essays and poetry. And I missed it. So I’m back to blogging. I don’t promise to blog all that frequently, especially since I do have that small novel project I’m working on elsewhere on this site, and then there’s poetry that I try to write, and at least for the rest of June I’m still churning out 1,000 words/day for PokerNews.
And I still have a day job.
So this week sucked. And not even in a good kinda I’ll swallow when I’m done way, either. Monday I posted to FaceBook “is it a bad thing that I’ve had this headache for two weeks?” And I got a wealth of responses, most of them referring to blood pressure in some way. So I get my BP checked, and it’s sky-high. So I go to the doctor, and now I take 50MG of Atenelol (or something like that) every day. Yay me.
Then, since the cosmos apparently decided that I wasn’t taking my health seriously enough, Tuesday morning I get the news that a colleague died suddenly Monday night of apparent heart attack. And he was in shape. He was in his mid-sixties I’d guess, and he exercised regularly, didn’t smoke, drank red wine, and generally did those things that you do to stay healthy. But it didn’t matter. Like my Death t-shirt says, “You get a lifetime.” He lived his well, and he’ll be sorely missed. So that freaked me out more than a little.
Then Wednesday – Friday we had recurring issues with a project at work, and Thursday night my sister-in-law’s mom died, so all in all, I picked a hell of a week to stop sniffing glue, as someone that I can’t remember once said.
But today was absolutely the highlight of my week, and maybe my June. I got more in touch with my inner geek (and that’s really not as nasty as it sounds) and went to the Heroes Comic Convention. I wandered around wondering who let all these girls in, talked to a bunch of self-published artists and writers, and bought a ridiculous number of $5 trade paperbacks. It’s probably been 10 years since I went to a Con, and I hadn’t even realized that I’d missed it, but I had. It was a lot of fun, I picked up some neat-looking new comics by some interesting people, and started to brew ideas about maybe finding an artist type and doing Choices as a graphic novel if I ever finish the thing.
And that’s been an interesting exercise for me, too. What started as a writing exercise: write 30 minutes of fiction or poetry every day (except weekends) has blown up into 36,000 words and counting. With people who are enjoying reading it. I remember reading interviews with authors who would talk about not knowing what their characters were doing and thinking “yeah, right. Pretentious tool.” But now I totally understand it because I figure I’m about halfway through this novel, and I don’t really know what’s going to happen. I know where I think they’re all going geographically, at least roughly, and I think I have an idea of what’s going to happen at the end, but I’m not sure how it’s going to come together. I’m figuring it out as I go along. Of course that’s been the pattern for my entire life, so nothing new there.
So lock in your RSS readers, I’m back to blogging. As if your signal-to-noise ratio wasn’t bad enough .