For the past two weeks, writing is like child’s play.  It seems that for several months I languished behind a serious writer’s block. Oh sure, some stuff trickled through, but nothing like now. The block finally let loose and the WIP (The Lost Children of Gaia) is screaming along. In two weeks I’ve managed 12K words of solid stuff.  I’m heading into the home stretch with just the ending chapters left to go. I’m predicting May 1st as a completion date, but hope it concludes before then. It should wrap up just scant of 100k words, a decent sized book. I think I’ll be sad when it’s done though. I’ve carried these characters’ lives in my head for a very long time now.

Today I had my first normal blood sugar reading since I refocused my efforts at getting and staying healthy.  I’ve lost 11 pounds. It’s very frustrating that I lose sight of what is truly important in life. I often overlook my health out of convenience, boredom, laziness and all the other host of excuses. The high blood sugars from two weeks ago kicked my ass back into taking care of myself.  Now I need to simply keep reminding myself that health isn’t something you should have to kick yourself in the ass over. It should be a natural part of living.

Found a link today to a review of Todd Robinson’s “Sex, Thugs and Rock & Roll” anthology which has my story “The Switch” in it. The story is mentioned by name and is praised for its ambition and for thinking outside the box of Crime Fiction. Gave me a much needed boost.

My oldest qualified for the New Englands this weekend. I’ll be making the long trip to Boston with swimmers in tow. Should be fun.

Today I closed The Feral Pages. I didn’t want to but my diabetes has spiraled out of control.  I tested at a serum glucose of 575 recently. That number is supposed to be down around 80 to 110.  I was teetering on the edge of a diabetic coma.  I’m only 41. I was diagnosed when I was thirty. I weighed 315 pounds. That summer I dropped 65 pounds and I deluded myself into believing that I was cured because my blood sugars were in control. I stopped exercising, gained 25 pounds and resumed the Hell of high blood sugars. I have trouble with diabetes meds. They either cause crashing lows or severe abdominal pain. I decided I couldn’t tolerate the symptoms anymore and went off all my meds. I dropped another 35 pounds and voila! My blood sugars were normal again. That was three months ago. I got sick, whether it was H1N1 or just the seasonal flu. I was out of commission for two solid weeks. When I’m sick I have a hard time giving a shit about anything and just fell back into my old eating habits. I’ve gained 11 pounds since then and my blood sugars are now the worst they have ever been.

The treadmill is downstairs. The home gym is being delivered this week.  This time it needs to stick. Dying isn’t an option. I’m saving that for later, much later.

On the positive side of things, my first novel is nearing completion. My second is a chapter in already and I started taking notes for #3.