So, this isn’t typewritten, obviously… It’s because I’m working on the final proof for this story. At this point, it is literally just itty-bitty things like silly spelling mistakes that are notoriously difficult to catch because our mind automatically corrects them.
This month… phew… well… This month is literally the month of doctors. Got my psychiatrist (who should be ecstatic to see my weight loss, but not too happy to hear about the recent mood swings and increase of agoraphobia) today. I’m having one of those days that I’d cancel on a dime if my partner couldn’t drive me or at the very least be with me. I’m actually becoming genuinely worried the Wellbutrin is losing its effect. Later this month, I’ve got a ‘catch-up’ appointment with my GP. Around that time, I’ve got a 6-month check-up with my cardiologist. (That should have happened last month, but… yeah, didn’t happen.)
I’ve plateaued the last two days, but it could be because I’ve switched up my diet a bit to increase protein. The result could be that I’m building muscle while burning fat so it causes a zero weight lost weigh-in. I’m fairly confident that I’m not losing muscle and building fat — which is the other scenario. I’m trying very hard to not bring in powders. Aside from the asinine cost, they’re nothing but chemicals.
The rain will be away for a week or so. I should be able to restart work on the Skyriter as a result. I’ll need to do another cleaning first before its entirely done, but that is mostly touch-up. Some of the keys have begun to stick again, which wasn’t entirely unexpected. At least it is the same keys that were giving me issues before. I’ll have to resort to using mineral oil and some powerful compressed air, I believe. The metal isn’t bent, so the friction isn’t originating from that. It must be gunk.
The story isn’t the original one I had intended to finish… It ended up being an “End of the World” or “Apocalypse” one that came out of no where. A sentence came to my head while I was trying to sleep during the “Great Houston Flood of 2015”. After that, I couldn’t sleep. I ended up staying up to write — good thing too considering the patio was really starting to flood and I had to wake up my partner to help combat the flood waters.
It’ll be going off to a few friends (4-5) for readings. One of them is really excited to read it after I told him about it. Hopefully it won’t let him down. It’s a different kind of story for that age old subgenre of science fiction. Well… not necessarily a different kind of story but a different kind of format since all apocalypse stories are effectively the same: something triggers something, that something is bad, that bad something causes horrific results — unexpected or expected, said horrific results tend to cause mass extinction or near to it. It is just one of those subgenres that tends to follow a formula. What makes each story unique isn’t necessarily the characters or the plot or what causes things to happen, but how it is presented.
In these stories, there are a lot of coincidences that I feel a writer can abuse. The protagonist just happens to be former military or just happens to know survivalist techniques or just happens to run upon a running car, as examples. Or, even better, out of the entire nation said protagonist is in, s/he just so happens to run upon a group of survivors.
I find these things far too convenient and, honestly, boring and repetitive. If I wanted to read about a military protagonist having flash backs and telling war stories to the group s/he’s found, I’d go read a non-fiction book about World War II. At least then, the dialogue wouldn’t feel stilted and forced and full of jargon just to “make the point” the protagonist has that background.
Got just over 30 minutes before my ride. Since this is the schedule for last week, it’s only a 45 minute ride. The week off really did a world of good for me though. My cruising speed (rpe 3-4, zone 2) really has increased and stabilized between 16-17 mph. Before it was between 14-15 mph.
Until later, be safe and enjoy y’all’s days.
Well, guys n’ gals, sorry for no typecast…
Honestly, I’m not sure what the heck has been going on lately. Things seem to be slipping away from me a bit.
On Tuesday, I meant to put up a post about my ideal typewriter. Obviously, that didn’t happen. Tuesday as a whole was okay. The ride was a beast — things are really ramping up. Ended the ride far more exhausted than normal. Between Tuesday and Wednesday, I lost an enormous amount of weight — not water weight. I theorize it was mostly muscle with some fat. Wednesday was a cruise day, so I made it a “repair” day as well. I regained the weight after loading protein and good carbs. I had a few extravagances, so some fat was possibly put back on, but probably not all that much. (I feel like I’m still below 25%.)
Today I couldn’t finish the ride. I started it. Felt fine, ready to tackle this next beast and prepared for some serious discomfort… But not even 20 minutes in, I had to pause. Something felt off.
Rest assured, my heart was fine. Steady per usual! 😀
But something just felt off. I felt more exhausted than usual. And only 18 minutes in, having to take a break? The first 15 minutes of the ride was warm-up. That’s more than enough time to warm up the legs. After that, 20 minutes of “Steady” (zone 3, rpe 5-6). Three minutes into the Steady section, that is where the pause came. I remained on the bike, but just sat up and stopped pedaling.
You’d think after a generous warm-up my legs would be fine… After I restarted, it felt like my legs were stiff — like they didn’t want to move. I pedaled for a bit more, but the exhaustion from pedaling with stiff legs set in quickly and I was sitting up panting, drinking. That was an immediate cue to stop for the day.
Something was definitely off.
I’m hoping my body isn’t reaching burn out, but this is a sign of just that. I may have to watch my diet more and make a concerted effort to really get the nutrients that it requires, but I honestly thought I was doin’ pretty darn fine.
Apparently, that might not be the case.
It’s been raining all bloody week so far. Every day has been “Partly Sunny” or “Intermittent Clouds” with 20% chance and yet… thunderstorm, torrential downpour, sprinkling, drizzling, raining… I’m seriously sick and tired of trying to trust meteorologists. One time, the day had a 10% chance rain and yet my partner and I ended up getting stuck in such a torrential downpour that it flooded. Hail pelted the car — and not the small stuff. And that’s 10% folks… (That is were my old Saturn Ion also earned the nickname Tankie since my partner was able to ford flood waters without stalling out once — he took on stuff pick-ups were turning around at.)
Due to the rain, the Skyriter is crying. What I need to do needs to be done outside. I’m not sure if I’ll ever get a chance of a day that’s not 90%+ humidity.
My story is on hold for now. I’m going to work on it after this is posted though. The last handful of days I’ve been on a Hercule Poirot marathon. There’s 61 episodes on Netflix. Already at the end of season 3. David Suchet does such an amazing job. The writers were marvelous too — how often do they not get credit? The sets, clothing, cars, gah… Makes me want to go get a store credit card and buy a few suits. I’ve been told I pull off a suit quite well — especially since I use fountain pens, typewriters, and wear a fedora without fail. Those summer weight suits look so comfortable and nice…
I’ll leave you guys here. I dunno why I feel like so much stuff is just collapsing upon me all of a sudden. Haven’t felt this way in ages. Kinda giving me that dazed and confused feeling with that haunting sensation of there’s always something that needs to be done.
Until later, be safe and enjoy y’all’s days,