As of today, it has been six months since my son passed away. Nearly the entire day has gone by without me recognizing it's significance. I thought of him multiple times but in the same detached way as almost every other day. Most recently at work, I've posted a print-out of the following comic prominently at my desk. Though the character speaking is probably referring to a missed romantic love, his loneliness makes me think of how much I miss Lucas.
As you can tell by the slow molasses speed of the most recent posts, I've kind of been busy doing other things. I have not abandoned the relating of my life story, but I have lost momentum and it irritates me like a thorn. Rest assured that I have several half-written posts and notes that I've started over the last few months, but none in a form worth sharing yet.
My original and overly ambitious plan was to have it all finished by the end of October! I had been wanting to participate in NaNoWriMo through November, pumping out a "Great American Novel" --or at least a dozen thousand words worth of a decent try. Perhaps I'd spout just a big block of random text for my own amusement, but at least it would mine.
Work has been quite busy which is a double-edged sword. Sometimes, it's nice to be busy rather than not. Other times, I'd rather be morosely bored rather than stressed. I am excited by where I'm leading my career (reminding myself I am in charge of it) and by the work that I'm doing.
While letting my story slide to the back-burner, I've still been working hard on my other projects:
But mostly these have been back-end changes. I've drafted posts here about these and other things unrelated to my life story or Lucas. But I won't publish them until I've caught up with real-time on my biography, if that's even possible.
Anyhow. Thanks for the intermission and enjoy your night!