oyster50: Blog

Life intrudes. Since the last year or so, the business climate has changed in the energy sector.

Used to be able to call up a contractor and say 'This is when we want it done' and they'd jump through hoops because they needed the business.

Something changed. Several of my work paths have gotten really sticky as their business picks up. Makes it hard to do MY business. For instance, a job that I wanted done last summer is going to take place the first week of November because the contractor's been booked solid.

I can pu an ad in the paper and get a boatload of baristas and sheaf full of panty-stackers, but try to get a transformer specialist or a team of good electricians. It's tough.

Anyway, I'm trying to get a bit more time to write. Just like you folks, I wanna see what happens to Sunny and Carl, and how Jerry survived his honeymoon, and what they say when Haley shows up for the private pilot test flying a seventy year old Stearman.

Hang with me folks. It's all coming...

Just posted Chapter 31 of Community because I was enjoying the idea of Terri on her honeymoon.

Dorable, my fickle little muse, has been being less than helpful of late. I intend on giving her a bit of a talk. I need to find out what happens when Haley and Bill and Deena get home, and what's going on with Sunny and Carl. Believe me, I need to find out as much as you guys do.

In the meantime, thanks for reading, and I appreciate the comments.

...At work. On the 'writing a story' front, though, dorable's been elusive, but I did send a chapter to the editor yesterday, so we'll get a bit of Bill & Haley & Deena soon.

I've been slowly ranging over the five states I take care of for my job, and that has a lot of bearing on not writing. I'm working on it, though.

Patience, folks! There are stories to tell.

Haven't been to work for three months. Thought I was going to be off for three or four weeks for back surgery. Then they said I had suffered a heart attack. Then they said I didn't. And nothing happens without a week's delay. So I've had surgery. The pain is gone. I've recuperated. And Monday I'm gonna be back at my office.

In the meantime, Dorable seems to be a little bit more active since I'm not dosing her and I with painkillers, so we'll try to pick up the pace on the stories.

For all of you who follow this stuff and have wished me well, thank you!

Had back surgery last Friday for stenosis. Other than the pain associated with somebody cutting a hole in my back and then yanking on things, the pain is gone. That screaming, clanging, wild pain associated with a pinched nerve has disappeared. I'm recovering.

What's that mean for writing? Well, Bunkie, here's the deal... I know you've all read about the artists who produce great works while strung out on various drugs. Me and opioids don't produce that result. I think that they make Dorable drowsy. I managed as best I can, but I'm slacking off the dosage now and I do feel like things are picking back up.