Writing a novel

I have lots of ideas and stories. I published a lot of short stories.  I even put together a non fiction book to learn the process of chapters and manage the longer form. The novel has been my goal. 

I’ve a book about travels with dogs almost complete

I think of a fool to wisdom ‘hero’s journey’ tale.

I have a pornographic novel of sexual relationship without the satanic overtures but simply hedonism.  

I have a spiritual book to consider,

Each of these is what keeps me working. If I wasn’t working I’d have to devote my mornings to churning out pages, the work of writing. I struggle with dialogue.  The non fiction text book has the potential for profit as does the travel with dogs fun piece 

I’d like to take excerpts from my blog but am at difficulty to cut and paste from the usb stick.  It’s these tech bits that stand in the way of productivity. It’s supposed to facilitate creativity but instead I’m stymied by something like cutting and pasting from a blog .  I looked it up on google and found it wasn’t as easy as others might think.  So one day I’ll get serious about that.

In the meantime going to work, virtual, talking with people, solving their problems answering their questions, listening, are good for now. I’m working towards a winter in the south working virtual for a two to three months. I’m concerned about covid and retired or working I want to be out of the winter months here given how often I get colds and bronchitis and pneumonia. I’d like more vitamin d but thankfully this year with working at Logan Lake I’ve had a fill . In the fall hunting I’ll get more . I really long to sunbathe by a pool or on a beach something I’ve rarely done.  Mexico and Saipan come to mind,  Years between such luxuries.  Living in Winnipeg we’d plan a couple of weeks in Hawaii to get the sunshine and in Vancouver skiing at Whistler above the clouds was it’s own source of Vitamin. I was frightened when sick in India and coming home with what was likely covid finding I couldn’t breathe, I simply couldn’t draw air into my lungs andd was panicking though used all my skill and training to relax and still my mind.  I felt close to death.  Being diagnosed with TB after volunteering to work in the norther reserves where wiser doctors didn’t go because of the risk of TB was unsettling. More so the year of treatment with anti tb meds and now I’m draft a side effect of that treatment.  My back hurts from carrying patients in emergencies and of course other work.  I’m just older and aware of these losses.

Now writing I can do later. Now I’m still capable of interacting and talking and being on the move.  A time will come when I’ll not be so mobile. I think of my friend John, paraplegic and writing his inspiration booklet about finding god in his losss. His son has a child. I see the picture of his family on FB. He called me and I’ve simply not made the time to visit. I’m still isolative and feel it’s sufficient to get through he day still working and weekends are used to recuperate, I’m quite astonished at how little time I have but part of that is my unwillingness to schedule matters these days as my life is regimented by work. I’ve also been getting ready for this work adventure. So many moving parts. So much has to be developed and it has. I’m proud of the accomplishment.  My next task is to prepare for bow hunting

The storage locker is a boogeyman.  I’ve so much to sort and down load.  Theres’ a bag of clothing in my trunk from my last trip there. It needs to go to good will.

So many little tasks and yet I’m invited out and avoid getting together with friends Laura hasn’t been around as she’s house sitting all summer.  In a couple of week I’m off camping with her and taking my bow to hunt. I need the exercise and it will be fun to ride about in the ATV, my Honda 420 Tracker still relatively new.  This week it’s getting it’s maintenance check.  

So much is being done and I continue Thank you God. Thank you Jesus.