Why I Owe My Readers an Apology
I failed to deliver this week. SAT JUNE 8, 2024, EMAIL EDITION
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When I make you a promise, I am also making myself a promise.
When I set a goal for my writing, I am actually making one for myself, too.
Time and time again, I prove to myself the cumulative and profitable effect of writing as many stories as possible and writing them with regularity and frequency.
Once, I admit I even tried to participate in a “1000 stories in 100 days” contest. Although I didn’t make it, I proved once again that the accelerated story output inevitably caused exponentially increased reads and profits.
Still, I put it out there.
And still, I put it out there, and blab about any new plans I might have, knowing that there is a great chance of being a public failure.
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Hi, my family and peeps. It’s Saturday already.
I went ahead this morning and got my butt in gear to finish a couple of stories for Medium (see above) and work on this website/newsletter.
I’m pretty jazzed because the story I wrote was my 1000th Medium story.
Now, having written that many stories and a few books as well, I find I have a couple of readers wondering things like where I am, what am I doing and when am I going to pay that $20 I owe them.
So realizing this column is not for process servers, I will go ahead and spill my guts about the life I lead as a real-life, big-time writer, and sometimes about the back pages behind some of my stories. I hope to send it out a couple of times a week.
I was trying to end last month with a handful of new stories being published.
MS doctor on Wednesday.
But I had an appointment scheduled with my MS doctor on Wednesday.
Monday evening, the recliner that I usually sit in, which helps me stand up when I wish, decided to assist me by dumping me on the floor. I started sliding forward and sown its slope onto the floor. I neither had the strength to stop my fall and of course, couldn’t make it back up unassisted. PJ is not supposed to lift more than 37 pounds, and I am a touch over that, so we had to call our old friends at 911.
It had been almost a year since we last had to call them to clean me up after I had done a floor inspection. that time they went ahead and delivered me to Southern Hills Hospital, where, after multiple scans of different types, they decided I had had a stroke along with my MS. I was there for many weeks and in outpatient PT for several more weeks.
This time, Monday night, they just picked me up and put me back in my chair, like I was lightweight. I was big-time grateful we did not go back to the hospital.
Those people are trying to kill me.
My MS doctor was telling me that I needed to do more physical therapy and blah blah blah, either at the hospital or on my own. He told me he didn’t want to sound like a smart aleck, but I assured him that I could take it and that I was occasionally called the king of sarcasm myself.
I told him the people at Southern Hills were trying to kill me, so he told me I would have to find a way to make myself do it, he gave me the URL of a couple of YouTube PT channels, told me to call him if I ultimately wanted a prescription for the killers at the hospital.
My normal day includes listing and editing houses in the MLS and freelance writing. I take breaks at times to watch the national news mixed with some Bluey. Life is good.
I am working on some new exercises so my legs are sore.
It’s a good thing it’s not a LONG walk from one end of my camper plum to the other. (See my picture above.) It’s a minimalist lifestyle.
I will let you know about the strength and balance exercises as I start working with them. Nobody at my old Physical Therapy told me about any of these hacks to get better, so I am excited about some of them.
