Greetings, readers. Yes, on Monday I’m going to be a half a century old. Doesn’t it sound depressing when I say it that way? To me it sounds better to say the big 5-0. Actually the way I think about life and my body is that you are as young as you feel. Sometimes I feel like a little kid, and some days I feel about 65. I like to play video games, listen to music, and sing. At least those things keep me feeling young.
What have I done in 50 years? I’ve written three books and a play. I’ve worked with Darren as he turned the play into a novel. I’ve gotten most of a college education. I’ve met several interesting women, every one of whom I’ve loved. I’ve blogged for 3 years and have loved it. And for the past 9 years I’ve taken care of my feline child Keekee. She’s my good little girl.
What do I plan to do in the next 20 or 30 years? My creativity is trying very hard to come back and I’ve got an idea that will be turned into anything from a short story to a novella. We’ll have to see how long I can stretch it. I’m still learning my craft. After having writer’s block for a year and a half, I must tell you it feels good. Now, for the sad news on this topic. The two fingers which I type with the most are suffering minor injuries. One because of a slight burn and the other because of an inflamed cuticle. I tried to type this morning but it hurt too much. I know, I know, excuses, excuses. I think that is what I’m going to put on my tombstone.
A large part of me wants to, before I die, get a used car so that I can continue to enjoy driving. My accountant and I butt heads about that topic about once a month. For me to obtain wheels, the book sales would really have to take off.
Ever since I was 13 years old, I’ve had a strange feeling I would die between my 59th and 60th birthday. It’s an eerie thing to believe I’ll only live another decade. Hopefully I’m wrong. I’d love to live to be a 100, if my health kept up. Imagine the technological advancements. I don’t think we’re going to see anything like the holodeck in Star Trek: The Next Generation, but perhaps a few more diseases might by cured. Time will tell.
On a brief side note, the Arts Festival here is going well. I might walk down Allen Street to listen to some of the music and see some art on display. It’s a nice day … for a change.
Tonight, hurting fingers or not, I’m going to type pages. I have nothing else on the agenda, so I’m going to do it. Wish me luck.
Until next week, have a great weekend, take care, and happy reading.