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 Each day is new; my recollection of the previous day is minimal. I’m learning to adapt. |
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Following a severe seizure, an MRI revealed a tumor the size of a lime in my brain. September 2019 is when this occurred. Situated one inch left and seven degrees from the center of my brain, the tumor touched the hippocampus. The part of the brain that handles language and memory. When someone wants to know how I am doing? My reply is, “Seven Degrees Left of Center”. |
| I ran into an old friend last night. Someone I haven't seen or thought about since the stroke and tumor took away the neural pathways of memory. It scared him a bit because the instant I started speaking, I did not recognize him. I could not pull up his name. Yet, I knew he was someone I should know. That confusion was too much for him, and the meeting became short. I don't blame him for being set back. As usual, 15 minutes later, I started remembering how we knew each other. In fact, we had worked together for several years. I hope he wasn't insulted. Though, I could tell he didn't understand why I couldn't remember. My wife tried to explain that I had memory loss. He then seemed more nervous, and the encounter shortened to a short minute. The encounter caught him off guard. If we run into each other again, I hope for a better exchange and experience. |
| Just like doing laundry with clothes, I have to clean up my writing. That task of cleaning up the details and finding the loop hose. This is the hardest part of the writing process for me. Killing my darlings, if you will. Often, I rarely kill them. I put them aside for another adventure or phrase somewhere else for another time. Why waste the work? However, there is a time when a character or scene has to die. |
| It's time to get back to writing again. The vacation was excellent. At first, I thought I would keep writing. No, the lake weather and general atmosphere took hold. Now I'm back at my desk, and the keyboard is cold—it's time to get back to clicking. |
| I thought I could stay away during my vacation. I was wrong. The first couple of days were okay. Now I am bored. Here I am, writing a blog post. It might have been easier if I didn't bring my computer. I knew deep down I couldn't stop writing for more than a couple of days. That is the nature of the beast, right? So, write on and on, even on break. |
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