Sick Holidays and Getting Better

This past weekend was a bit of a bust.

I'd been planning for quite some time on going out of town and enjoying the three day weekend with family. Instead, I spent most of the weekend in bed, somewhere between almost conscious and zombie. Some time mid last week I got hit by a bus of a bug and from one day to the next I found I couldn't breathe, my head felt like an over filled balloon and I had a fever that came and went like the wind. My throat felt like I'd unsuccessfully attempted to swallow hot coals and somewhere between the body aches and the teary eyes caused by fist sized balls of phlegm I coughed up and then gagged on because, of course, they didn't want to let go of the back of my throat, I found that, once again natural, herbal remedies are awesome and nothing beats NyQuil for an entire nights sleep. 

But during those few days of bedridden misery, in which I filled the hours watching social media like a silent creeper (but doesn't everybody) and watching westerns on Netflix (Django, The Homesman and Shane), I did not forget about this blog. I even attempted several times to write something for Sunday and never managed anything all that coherent, but I did feel guilty. While I'm aware that not many people read this blog and the only person who does so regularly is probably my wife (bless her soul, I've managed to convince her I'm somewhat talented at writing, I hope she never wises up to the fact that I'm just making stuff up) I did promise to update at least once weekly. That wasn't necessarily a promise just for whatever readers I may or may not have, but was, in fact, more a promise to myself. I want to write. I enjoy writing and this past year I've spent far more time thinking, reading and listening about writing than I have spent time actually writing. Which doesn't make sense. If I want to write, then I need to write. And so this promise to keep updating this blog is a promise to myself to take time to write.

And so here I am, writing for me. And for you, if you want to read it.

I'm finally getting over the sick, now that this holiday weekend has passed and I'm trying to catch up on things. Set goals for myself and plan for the future. There's a baby on the way, there are student loans that need paid and budgets that need updating. There are things that need to be bought, to be fixed and to be put away. There's so much to do and sometimes it can feel overwhelming and I think we, as people, often forget the most important things in life because of the things that life demands. And so while I will definitely work on those things that need doing, I will also strive to remember the most important thing. And that's to live life. Family, friends and dreams.

Which brings me to this, as you may know, or have probably guessed, one of my dreams is to be a professional writer, preferably an author of fiction. I have, in the past, submitted short stories to literary magazines, but it's been a long time since I've done so. Today I submitted a newer story to an online fiction magazine. I don't expect it to be picked up, but I'm proud that I submitted it. I'll be submitting more in the future. 

Until next time.