Go to the doctor or don’t go to the doctor? I am still hacking and my kids all say GO. I hate going. In fact, I have a bad reputation of avoiding it like the plague, and I’m not sure why. I think back to the times I wondered if I was wasting my money, a sparse commodity in my early years, and if I wouldn’t have gotten better eventually anyway. I think I am just stubborn and I hope it doesn’t kill me.
So, the dreams continue. Dean was a volunteer fire-fighter and last night I dreamed he was trying to get a hold of 911. This morning I turned on ABC and found out there was a fire in the same county as our farm and all of his cronies were out all night fighting the blaze. This at least makes sense to me, the first of my never-ending dreams since his death that does make sense.
What does everything add up to? I don’t know anything for sure – but it gives me lots of topics to write about. Speaking of which! Hurrah. I finished the first draft of my second novel. Now comes the fun part where I try to make like Shakespeare and weave some humor, mystery and intricacies into the book. See you on the next page. Barbara