Hey, Miss J!

I’ve nearly fallen asleep where I was sitting twice. It’s not easy to handle the laundry like I am, but I think it’s exercising my hands a lot more than I expected it to. I have aching in my palms… which doesn’t bode well.

Please let that laundry wringer come soon!

I also found out that something else in here broke, but will deal with that later.

I have a lesson tonight, and then I’m back on my writing. I took a few days off, so we’ll see how it goes. My entire day tomorrow is going to be quite strange.

In more ways than one.

I have a new reader, which is awesome!

He read the entire story in one sitting… I am more than impressed over that. I feel all warm and fuzzy inside too.

Navigating the Curve is 16 chapters long and well over 500 pages long.

Technically more because I have Chapter 17 completed. It just needs edits. Chapter 18 needs to be completed then edited.

I asked my aunt to send the PDF for “The Sweetest Treat” to my dad. I think he might like something really sappy like that. But… She wanted me to text it instead of email… Now, sending a PDF via text is not at all easy. I can’t even text a PDF to dad, but managed to get it to her.

She never told me she got the file.

Then again, she never gives dad my messages either… Why did I even bother??

She didn’t ask how I was doing or anything of the sort.

I’m not sure how I feel about that. It’s not disappointment, because I’ve learned to accept that.

She simply doesn’t find anything about me worth being concerned over. At all.

However, I do know that if I die – she’ll be the first one there clamoring to see what I have that she can take… while claiming that we were so close.

It’s just… Now I understand why dad told me that I was the only one who was really concerned about him or even cared. His legs gave out today, and he needed my cousin to help him up. He’s nearly 69 years old. He’s far too old and too sick to keep being a caretaker for his sister.

Especially when she repeatedly is so nasty to him.

I suppose I have a few things to think over for my next blog post?

I wanted to say I have to think about what I’ll tell my therapist… but I don’t have one anymore. They never seem concerned about actually treating me, just getting paid.

Or maybe I’ll write my frustration out into the story.

Surely, I can make an original character to vent with.

Enough anger for tonight. I need to call dad to make sure he got the file.

~J. Lyst