I am aware that I am less than some people prefer me to be,
but most people are unaware that I am so much more than what they see.
— Douglas Pagels

Saturday, April 28, 2018

OK I screwed up. Here's what's happening with the blog...

A little heads up to my subscribers: you're probably going to see a lot of weirdness with blog posts tonight. I didn't realize what was happening until I had republished a dozen posts from 2008, and unfortunately they appeared as brand new posts. EPIC FAIL. I've rehidden them for now, but if you received notifications for all of that madness, I sorely apologize.

I didn't realize my blogs (this and Fighting HKPP) mattered much. It turns out a lot of older posts were still being read, and a few people weren't happy when the majority of my content was put under lock and key. Sorry. I just didn't think it was worth anything anymore.

Both of the blogs are under renovation, so a lot of posts are coming back soon. I'm even getting a couple of folks to create new headers, which should be fun. I'm trying to figure out which photos I want to include. The current ones here on My Roller Coaster Life are 10 years old now. Hard to believe I've been on Blogger nearly a decade.

I'll let you know when things are back to quasi-normal. You know me. Things are bound to stay at least a little weird. ;) You're all great. I mean it.

Thursday, April 26, 2018

The end of April (in pictures)

Almost at the Camp NaNoWriMo finish line.

I received a couple of pics recently. My nephew likes his Christmas gift. :-)

My big brother (not pictured) turned 44, and my little bro (pictured) turned the big 3-0 this week. I used to change that boy's diapers, and now he has his own adorable family. Hard to believe we've gotten so old. We are a lot alike in spite of not growing up in the same household. I hope to make a road trip to visit the fam in August.

I've been so ill, but one of my favorite voice actors was in town holding a panel at an anime festival, so I went to meet her. I couldn't take a photo with her because they were $40 (!), but I'm glad I went. Fun fact: I've had an interest in radio and voice acting since childhood. My parents were both animated people when they wanted to be, especially my mom whose voice impressions were pretty hilarious. I guess I got it from her. Just one of my many (MANY! Dear God, there are SO MANY) quirks. :-) At any rate, I surprised myself by being brave enough to do my "Team Rocket Jessie" voice in front of the actor, and she said "oh that was really good...no really, that was very good". So that was fun. I didn't stay long. I was in a lot of pain, so I bought a couple of bookmarks from a local artist and went back home to bed.

Last, but definitely not least, I received this gift from my dear friend Alice in England. I always joke about having "resting Grumpy Cat face", so it honestly couldn't be more perfect. (Disclaimer: I don't dislike people. Really I don't. Mornings, however, are another story. LOL)

I'll stop there for now, but a health update is coming soon. Thanks always for being here.

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

New-found gene mutation: Hypokalemic Periodic Paralysis with Myotonia

On April 19, an article was published about a new-found gene mutation for a variant of Hypokalemic Periodic Paralysis that is accompanied by Myotonia - P1158S - a sodium channel in the Nav1.4 region. They have confirmed that it is affected by changes in pH that occur in activity (excitability).

I've screenshot the Abstract for your convenience.

The full article is here.

I take issue with one sentence:
"A serum potassium concentration less than 3 mM may trigger hypoPP."
That tells me they still don't fully understand their patients. People with Primary Periodic Paralysis do not have to fall out of "normal" range to be symptomatic, or even to have serious paralysis. A lot of people with this condition, myself included, have proven that over and over for decades. If this does not get acknowledged, patients are going to continue to suffer. The notion that serum potassium needs to be out of a specified range for symptoms to arise simply has to change.

If you've been reading my blog long enough, you know this gene mutation is a possibility for me since I have both Periodic Paralysis with permanent muscle weakness and occasional debilitating Myotonia. However, I don't know how my pH changes during physical activity, and I doubt it's worth finding out since my body handles activity so poorly. Excitability is a big problem, and the last thing I need to do is test that and end up fully incapacitated as I've been in the past. I would, of course, agree to genetic testing otherwise.

This is an important reminder that we must keep looking for answers with an open mind for the sake of patients whose lives are affected by strange diseases such as this. Paralysis and Myotonia are opposites, yet this condition is real. There is so much information to take in, but we're not done. Life is not a textbook. There will always be something else to learn. If more physicians were willing to consider that there are variants of what they believe to be the norm, we would be in better shape overall. Huge thanks to the fantastic medical professionals out there who get that.

Thanks for reading.

Monday, April 23, 2018

Looking Ahead

For a long while, I've been contemplating ways of combating stress and grief, and simply improving my overall quality of life in general. Here's what I have in mind:

Bellingrath Membership

I've been wanting to become a member of Bellingrath Gardens ever since I moved here. I enjoy being there, and having regular access to the entire 65-acre site will give me plenty of opportunity to sit and breathe while surrounded by beautiful things. Since I've already sold my soul to the Coca-Cola company, it only makes sense that I make it official. The Bellingraths were the local Coca-Cola bottlers/distributors, if you didn't know. And yes, I've almost entirely given up Coca-Cola, but I'm now heavily involved with Powerade Zero, so they still own me. :-P

Mobile Symphony

As much as I like the orchestra, it's a shame that I never go to shows. I plan to change that. Their schedule is currently clear, but it'll resume later this year. Location is an issue, as downtown Mobile is not very handicap friendly, but I'm going to at least give it a try and see how I handle it.


I'm planning to see The Avengers and Star Wars, as usual. I rarely go to the movie theater, but when I do, it's because something super geeky is showing, and geekery is worth it, my friend.

Art Gallery Tour

It has been quite some time since I've been to the art galleries. I hope to feel like visiting soon. I'd like to see Back To Havana (fun fact: Mobile is Havana's sister city) at Space 301. I especially love Mobile Museum of Art. It's really gorgeous. Maybe this will give me the breakthrough I need to continue my own artwork.


I have big love for the Gulf Coast Explorium Science Center, and they have a decent IMAX. There are several films that I'd like to see:

Permian Monsters
Dream Big: Engineering Our World

Again, location is my biggest issue. There's very little handicapped parking downtown, so walking a few blocks is often required. I'll have to be in better shape to do this kind of thing.

Free Comic Book Day

The annual Free Comic Book Day is in less than 2 weeks. I don't know how I'll be feeling, but I have every intention of participating. It's a quick, free event, and I'm planning a new Steampunk cosplay. My rolling walker (whose name is Indy500, if you're new here) will probably not be decorated. Decorating myself will be exhausting enough, if I manage it at all. Time will tell!

Books (Reading and Writing)

Still reading. Still writing. You know the drill. I'll give updates.

Cataloging Cards

I will build a database to document my postcard collection and my Pokemon cards.

Continuing Genealogical Documentation

I will add to my genealogy page, including scanning all family photos for electronic sharing later.

Foreign Language

This has been a goal of mine countless times, but I can't seem to grasp it, and I frequently feel ashamed by that fact. I was one of those people who wanted to be multilingual growing up (I'm an ASL fingerspeller, but that doesn't count). I think I am going to save this one for 2019, but I desperately want to focus on it and at least be mildly bilingual someday. I'm probably wrong for not putting Vietnamese on the list, since most of my neighbors exclusively speak it, but it feels unreachable for some reason. I'm French [insert Monty Python quote here], but lost the language by the time I was out of high school, and only a few distant cousins in Canada speak it now. Relearning French from the ground up is on my to-do list. Unsurprisingly, I would like to learn Gaelic since it's also a part of my heritage, and I wouldn't mind knowing Japanese and Spanish.

Diving Into Documentaries

I don't own a TV, but I have obtained access to my brother's Sling and my niece's NF, and plan to focus some time on documentaries. I have been so engrossed in fiction lately, I'm a little burned out. Time for some non-fic.

I guess if nothing else, I'm well-rounded. Feel free to join me in any of the above.

Making a list of things to do is the easy part. It's the physical and financial barriers that are the problem. Let's see what I can accomplish anyway (after this long nap I'm about to take).

Friday, April 20, 2018

A Better Person

I've been feeling like a thousand angry piranhas are chewing their way through my lower torso, but it was so beautiful outside, and I couldn't stand the thought of being confined to my apartment for another day, so I made the quick drive over to one of my favorite places: Bellingrath Gardens. I am lucky to live a mere 13 minutes away. I sat in the cafe and drank tea, watched the fountain, and pretended my insides weren't being stabbed by a dozen tiny samurais.

Photos don't even begin to do this place justice - especially my photos.

A fountain and a friend. :-)

The gift shop is nice. LOL

This is so cute.

In further rebellion, I went down the road to the park on Portersville Bay and sat for awhile.

This made me laugh. It said "Class of 2028" on the other side. Gotta love a kid's heart. I won't be birthing any myself, but I really love kids. They great.

While taking the pics, my muscles announced their impending meltdown, so I stopped immediately and made the 5 minute drive home, where effervescent potassium and my bed awaited.

Life has been turbulent for a long time, but it's not something I'll ever get used to. All I can do is propel myself through the day as I am able, or surrender as needed (because that's ok too, sometimes). After everything I've been through, learning to be kind to myself has proven to be a challenge, but I'm giving it my best effort. I can't help but wish I had understood 20 years ago what I do today; I would have avoided some trauma, without a doubt. I know I still have plenty to figure out about me, but who doesn't? After all, we are all a constant work in progress, right?

One of my 2018 goals is to tackle my stress and PTSD, not only for the sake of my mental and emotional health, but physical as well. HKPP and stress are sworn enemies, and I have to do whatever I can to kick my escape response to the curb. Not just for myself, but for those I allow into my strange, silly, broken, passionate, intense, unpredictable world. I think most people don't really know what to do with someone like me who has both fire and ice in their soul, but I will always appreciate those who try.

I'll keep trying, too. I'll never stop wanting to be a better person.

iPhone and Android visits are frequently not recognized by website counters. Here's why.

Well it cut me off at the end, ha. Hope this helps!

Background music (sorry it's so loud): OMAM Beneath The Skin
I can't get enough of that album. I listen to it pretty much every day.

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Unloading the unruly thought muscle (a few pictures, too)

I just laughed out loud calling my brain a thought muscle. That's accurate, though, isn't it? Never mind. I'm a gooberhead.

My sister-in-law gave me Zollie's walking cane. Most days, I can get around my apartment without assistance, but I'm weaker than usual from low caloric intake. It has helped with my balance around the apartment. That sweet man is missed, but I honor his memory by doting heavily on his dog (who I regretfully can't find a picture of right now) every time I visit my brother and SIL's house.

In spite of my efforts at minimalism, I do still collect postcards and Pokemon cards. If you like trading or would just like to send me some (I would love you lots!), email me at ugottafriend4life@gmail.com for a P.O. Box #.

I sure miss my nieces. I was supposed to carpool to Louisiana to spend a couple of weeks with them around my birthday, but my decline with Gastroparesis landed me in the ER instead and life has been a bit of a downward spiral ever since. I hope to see some improvement so I can go soon.

I lost all of Deanna's text messages when I had to reset the phone recently. She was my only close friend in SoMo (South Mobile County), and I still feel a wide range of emotion when I drive through her part of town, because she's no longer here for no good reason. I'm sad for her kids, who were separated, most of all.

All I have to say about Penzey is right here.

I decided to reopen my Facebook to follows if you want to holler at me or lurk like an introvert (because that's OK too). Public posts involve health updates, so consider that your TMI warning.
And now...*DEEP BREATH*...I hope I don't regret this:
My NaNoWriMo
My Fitness Pal
My very quiet Tumblr
My Genealogy Blog (much more on the way soon)
Silly, sappy, angry, obnoxious, unfiltered me is here. Enter at your own risk, or something. Honestly, if you can handle me on Twitter, you can handle me anywhere, because it's only up from there. In all seriousness, I don't bite (unless you deserve it, LOL).

I am one of only 1000 people in the world who owns this silly calendar. John and Hank Green (aka Vlogbrothers, and yes THAT John Green) are two of my favorite guys. They are YouTubers, authors, and founders of a great non-profit organization that raises millions of dollars through their annual Project For Awesome. Nerdfighteria is a fun group of misfits, and it has been cool to see how this whole thing has grown (more like exploded) over the years. Glad to be a part in some small way.

I guess if I'm going to be forced to live on liquids, I might as well bring out this piece of fine nostalgic geekery to help. :-)

I've lost 19 pounds in less than a month. Being overweight is irrelevant. Even my Lose It app is telling me to stop this crazy train. If only I could. Losing the ability to digest solid food has been a difficult turn of events in what is already a challenging existence. Most of the food that I recently vacuum-sealed and put in the freezer, I've given away.

I am staying hydrated as best as I can, and I'm still trying to take in liquid calories, but currently I am averaging less than 300 a day. Every time I drink anything other than water, I feel like I'm suffocating. I have to fuss/pray/fight to keep what I swallowed from coming back up, while my stomach reminds me that it does not approve of any of this by twisting into a hundred Celtic knots.

The recently-prescribed medication isn't working. I miss food, but I'm trying my best to take this all in stride. Some days (hours? minutes?) are better than others. At times, I am finding reasons to smile and searching for a silver lining (I'll be able to wear my favorite pair of jeans again soon). Other times, I am nearly in tears from the pain and I feel like I am dying a gradual, horrid death.

I don't know how, but I'm going to beat this. Just you wait and see.

Saturday, April 14, 2018

Let's talk about Internal Medicine...

Hoooo boy. OK. Let me start by saying I've taken in 135 calories over a period of 2.5 days. A few minutes ago, I ate two crackers and gagged the entire time trying to chew and swallow them. I've managed one yogurt smoothie, but not the protein drinks. So things are going pretty badly this week, to say the least.

Dr. Broughton is aware of everything that's gone down over the last year with my Gastroparesis, including the fact that my former Gastroenterologist got annoyed over my high risk situation and gave me the boot (something I haven't even bothered to talk about here, and probably won't mention it again). He wasn't particularly nice, and I didn't let the door hit me on the way out. So that's that. I have no Gastro doc. Thankfully, Dr. B knows enough to deal with this himself, and he is trying his absolute best to help me. He is so great. He always tells me it's good to see me even if I'm cranky. He says I'm his best patient, and I laugh because we all know that's not true (I've been downright difficult at times). I can talk to him about anything, and I do, and he sympathizes. If he doesn't know the answer to something, he goes into the next room and looks it up while I wait. If I need a new drug regimen, he pulls up the info, prints it out, and we both read it to determine if it is ideal and safe for me to take. He trusts my word and my judgment completely, and we figure things out together. We're a team. This is how doctoring is done.

He runs a low-income/charity clinic, this being one of the most impoverished towns on the entire Gulf Coast, and he's one of my favorite humans. He has been a good friend to me, like a dad, for several years now, only he's impossible to access without an appointment due to patient volume. That's the unnerving part, but I understand.

We've tripled my chloride channel activator. If that doesn't work, I'll be upgraded to a guanylate cyclase-C agonist. I'll start with the smallest dose, and if that doesn't work, I'll try the next dose up, and so forth. He gave me four prescriptions in which to do this, and told me to let him know which one I end up going with so he can prescribe it long-term. It is assumed that since I don't have diabetes, my digestive paralysis is the result of muscular dystrophy. So, if one of these things works, it'll probably have to become part of my lifelong regimen.

I am so tired of pills, but so be it. I just hope something works. If this situation doesn't resolve, or at least improve considerably, he wants me to consider a gastric pacemaker. Unfortunately, surgery is extremely risky. People have died under anesthesia with primary periodic paralysis, and I never fail to have complications from anesthesia every time I have a procedure. These complications include not waking up for an extended period of time even when shaken, pinched, yelled at, etc., severe vomiting and dehydration, paralysis for days with residual weakness for weeks or months, and waking up too soon on the table screaming. Needless to say, I would prefer not to relive any of this. The highest risk, of course, is death by pulmonary failure or malignant hyperthermia. Let's avoid that too, shall we?

I told him about my doctor in Jackson, and he was really happy to hear that Periodic Paralysis is getting more attention. Dr. B doesn't treat Periodic Paralysis himself, but he does know what it is and he provides all of the scripts I'm on through his medication program. This quite literally saves my life. I don't know what in the world I would do without him, and I frequently worry about what will happen to me when he retires.

I'll follow-up in June unless something happens to bring me in sooner. Until then, all I can do is take on this new treatment plan, stay hydrated, and eat if at all possible. Wish me luck.

Friday, April 13, 2018

Anam Cara

I am happy to support a wonderful blog, Brain Pickings, where I first discovered the concept of the "anam cara". This book by John O'Donahue is unique and beautiful, and I'm glad to finally own it.

People talk about "soul mates", but I think everyone should have someone to connect with on a platonic, yet deep and affectionate level - a soul friend.

Maybe give it a try.


Wednesday, April 11, 2018

More Books!

It took me a little longer than I planned to share the books I've read over the last few months, so I ended up adding to it several times. I feel like I'm finally at a stopping point while participating in Camp NaNoWriMo, so I thought it was a good time to post the new list. I've divided this into three categories: completed, completed series, and abandoned. Most are hyperlinked to Goodreads. Feel free to add me to your Goodreads if you want to be friends there.



The Poetry Hour, Volume 1
I've been trying to get back into poetry. This helped a little.

The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin

Eat Good and Cheap by Leanne Brown

The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins

The Color Purple by Alice Walker
No movie on this planet makes me weep like The Color Purple. I know this is an extremely unpopular thing to say, but the movie was far, far better than this book.

The Golden Compass by Philip Pullman
I greatly disliked this story. The only point of it was to attack religion. Heaven knows I have my own issues with the church right now, but I'm not anti-religion. This definitely is, to the extreme. As I frequently say, it is entirely possible to be an atheist without being an ass about it, but some people clearly didn't get the memo.

The Black Penguin by Andrew Evans
Andrew is my favorite world traveler. I've been following him for years, so I knew when he released a memoir, I'd want to own it. He talked about growing up in a strict (in my opinion, abusive) religious atmosphere. He was eventually excommunicated from his church and family for homosexuality. Hired by National Geographic to travel from Washington, D.C. to Antarctica, he gives us his account of the adventure. He's a good writer, and I'm glad he told his story.

Lethal Licorice: An Amish Candy Shop Mystery by Amanda Flower
If you like clean mysteries for general audiences, this series is a decent choice.

Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen
Definitely a chick read, and I admit I like the movie a lot more. This may or may not have something to do with my beloved Alan Rickman. You knew I was gonna go there, didn't you? He's my Colonel Brandon and I'll love him for the rest of my life. Just putting that out there, universe.

The Time Machine by H.G. Wells

Alice's Adventures In Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

Completed Series:

Percy Jackson and the Olympians (5 books)

I don't know if I've ever enjoyed reading a series of novels so much. I really loved them. I will say that the editing is horrible to the point that it's practically non-existent. However, the plots were strong and never failed to entertain me. I laughed and cried. Having some knowledge of Greek Mythology is helpful, but I think these books would be a fun read regardless. I will probably read them again!

The Chronicles of Narnia (7 books)

Where do I begin? I've always liked The Lion, Witch, and Wardrobe. It's a solid story. I read the book and saw the movie, and thought both were great. The prequel, The Magician's Nephew, was also pretty good (I think a movie is in production now). Prince Caspian and Dawn Treader weren't bad. But the rest...were bad. They were so bad, in fact, that when I reached the end, I cried I was so upset. Some of Lewis's decisions were offensively sexist and unnecessary. The Last Battle was a lazy, terrible ending to what could have been a strong series. I am so disappointed.

Harry Potter (7 books)

I finally finished the Harry Potter series! The audiobooks with Jim Dale were great. Very long, mind you, but well done. I also have the eBooks, so I frequently followed along. As I mentioned last year after watching the movies, I love Harry Potter far more than I expected to. The series exceeded my expectations, and deserves the hype it has received for 20 years. I joined Pottermore on my 40th birthday, and I'm an official Hufflepuff. :-)

Books I partially read and abandoned for reasons:

Shopgirl by Steve Martin: I hate to be so harsh, but this was trash. It's all about "big breasts", "wet panties", and "limp penises"...just...WTF. I wanted to bury myself under a mound of intelligent literature within 15 minutes. The book would be nothing if Martin wasn't a celebrity. It's garbage. 

Practical Demonkeeping by Christopher Moore: This is satire, but I found it utterly unfunny. An hour into the audiobook, I just wanted him to stop talking to me.

A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess: I had no idea how dark and demented this would be. I ditched it when someone started getting raped, and the fact that Burgess stated that he felt excited while writing such scenes tells me all I need to know about him. No thanks.

Big Little Lies by Liane Moriarty: Sex, abuse, desperate housewives...meh. It didn't keep my attention. Halfway through, I decided I didn't care who died, how they died, or why they died.

I didn't hyperlink these, but they're easily Googleable (ha).


No offense to those who suggested the books I didn't like. I always appreciate the input - I really do!

I've got plenty of other books in queue, including more non-fiction which is usually my preference. I'll share a new list in a couple of months!

2018 Twitter Art Exhibit is now live!

My postcard and hundreds of others are now available for sale
online through Pegasus Riding For The Disabled, ACT. 100% of the profits
support horse riding therapy for special needs children in Australia.

My card is here.
The entire catalog is here.
Go here to learn about Pegasus.

Thanks again to the awesome people at Twitter Art Exhibit for giving
artists all over the world an opportunity to do something worthwhile.

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Renal/Endocrinology Clinic 4/9/2018

I'll try to keep this a lot shorter than what I wrote on Facebook.

But first, look at my absolutely adorable smiling Sylveon!

She guarded my car while I was at clinic. :-)

Whatever keeps the sanity intact, folks.

My labs look good. My kidney function is fantastic.

I'm having mild kidney stones again, so we briefly discussed that. I was informed by Dr. P that tomatoes contain a lot of oxalate, and that's bad news because I eat a ton of tomatoes. I honestly can't imagine giving up salsa, but I should consider limiting it. I also need to ditch tea once and for all if I expect to keep the stones at a minimum.

Both the phlebotomist and the nurse asked me to uncross my legs. Apparently, I am doing myself no favors regarding circulation and blood pressure by crossing my legs, and I do it constantly. I am going to have to somehow break the habit.

Dr. C was very, very kind. He thanked me for coming up there again to talk about my rare disease. He asked me several questions to determine if I was all right on a personal level, which I appreciated because I believe his concern was genuine.

He also asked a question I dread: Who brought you up here? Argh.

OK, I know it's risky, but I always try to drive myself. I cannot cope with burdening someone else with the task. It's a 7 hour round trip, sometimes 8, and that doesn't include the appointment, labs, lunch, or whatever. In other words, it's a long day. Since I ditched Airbnb, I'm no longer staying overnight in Jackson, so I drive straight there and straight home. It is hard. Not the driving itself, but simply sitting upright that long. It's painful, and always results in further muscle weakness that requires recovery time after returning home. I'm not putting anyone else on the roads in danger. I know my body. If I'm too weak (see: February), I reschedule. People may judge me for this decision, but I am hell-bent on being as independent as possible. I know it's just an innocent question, but answering it always unnerves me because I have more issues than Sports Illustrated.


He said he wants to bring awareness of Primary Periodic Paralysis (hooray!) and asked if I would come up there to be interviewed about HKPP in front of a team of doctors. I hesitated only because of my immense social anxiety, which I told him about, but I agreed that it was important. Sooooo he said he's going to call me soon to schedule this thing. I'm already scared, ha! But I know I need to help bring awareness of this horrendous systemic disease. I hope to God the nervous gibberish that will inevitably come out of my mouth does someone some good.

I have to say it's touching that my doctor looks beyond my boring test results. I don't take it for granted, and I wish I could teleport all of my HKPP friends to Jackson to see him. I went up there kind of sad, but left in a much better state. Empathy can make all the difference in a patient's life. I wish every doctor in the world understood that.

I'm so thankful mine does.

Monday, April 9, 2018

Tuesday, April 3, 2018

I am way too old for this crap.

Remember my car that was towed from the grocery store in January?

The folks who took it off my hands never registered the vehicle, so it's still in my name. And now she's sending me messages in all caps acting highly impaired by...something...asking where the car, the title to the car, and the man she was with are. As if I could possibly know where that man is.

I scratched out her last message because it included her contact info, and I'm not putting that on the cray-cray internet no matter how annoyed I am.

I blocked her from writing anything further, and went to the police with the situation. I let them look at all of the messages, and they looked at my Facebook page also. They declared me legit, and them "crackheads". I gave the officer the VIN#, license plate number, and the woman's name and phone number (which both she and the man used the day of the transaction).

Then I went to the DMV, where, thanks be to God and the universe, there was nobody in line. I spoke with one of the assistants, who confirmed that the vehicle was still in my name, but noted that I relinquished it to a woman and man (who towed it away) on January 12th. She said she flagged the VIN and tag so that if an officer runs it, it will show that I got rid of it months ago. She said that's all that can be done.

So I guess I've done everything I can do to rid myself of the situation. The officer told me that he has seen this happen before. People find old free or cheap cars to commit crimes in, then dump the car in hopes of the wrong person getting nailed for it. He said it's out of my hands and that the car is no longer my problem, and advised me not to get involved in local buy-sell-trade-free pages anymore (this happened on Facebook Marketplace, for the record). He said I'm not cut out for dealing with the crazies around here. I laughed and agreed. Lesson learned.

Poor Midori. I loved that car, and I would have simply towed her straight to the junkyard myself if I had known this was going to happen. May she eventually rest in peace.

Monday, April 2, 2018

It's time for Camp NaNoWriMo (April 2018)

April is here already. My goodness.

It's just little 'ol me and two of my good friends in a (virtual) cabin this time, and I've gotten off to a very slow start. I have a lot of ideas for short stories and poems, so I am hoping I can sit down and zone in on one at a time. I set a goal of 20,000 words, and with a word count of 0 on my first day, that puts me about 666 words behind. If I write approximately 689 words a day at this point, I'll reach my goal. Camp is laid back, thankfully, and goals are strictly personal and can be altered at any time for any reason.

I've done things a little differently this time. I am often a "planner", but I decided to go into this with only ideas in my head. This is what the NaNoWriMo community refers to as a "pantser", meaning someone who flies by the seat of their pants (a figure of speech we've all heard). I decided to visit and/or join several sites for the sake of inspiration and motivation: AllPoetry, Archive Of Our Own, Pottermore (it turns out I'm a Hufflepuff!), Arc Stories, and I returned to Tumblr. I also made sure I was following a few key Twitter accounts and Reddit subs. I'm working around the apartment and looking at things from childhood and beyond, which has been interesting enough in itself. Maybe I'll share some of my findings soon. I gave my bedroom and tiny desk a decent cleaning, so I'm ready to sit down and do this.

If you're at camp and don't like your cabin, email me with your username to join mine: ugottafriend4life@gmail.com