My Extended Vacation

Well...

The neurosurgeon says it's looking good; still wants me to take it easy until he sees me again, which is on March 7th. I'm not going to argue with him (;P). Oh, but I wish I were able to return to work - HA! - and not write.
Actually, the writing's going pretty slow. Don't know why, don't question it. It's happened before. I'll just wait for the flood to occur. I wrote most of my 1st book in a few days time, tweaking it for the rest. So it's not a big hurdle. Watch: soon you'll be reading about the burst of writing I did. Until then, I'll read "Cell" by Stephen King and this weeks' new comic book releases.

Speaking of which, I may be giving up comic book collecting and toy buying for good. Why? Well, I got some financial advice from somebody. Now normally (or should I say "if I were still the same old me I was when I was stupider") I wouldn't give financial advice a second thought, but I listened to this because 1) This guy's self-made wealthy (notice I negelcted to mention any numerical specifics. that's to keep it on the d-low), 2)people I know and trust stake thier reps on this guy's intuitive skills, and 3) he always invests in his hunches. Urbanely speaking, he puts up so he doesn't need to shut up.

Now, I'm not financially well off by any stretch of the imagination: I got bills, debt, crappy income at the moment while I'm recovering and no money generated from the first book I wrote (well, thanks to the 2-3 people who've bought it so far...), so I'm not exactly the stock and commodities type. No investment portfolio to speak of. But this advice was/is too good, the guy's sincerity too real, and after some research I think he might have hit it on the freakin' head with this one.

So... I'm investing. As much as I can. This might be my only chance to live a somewhat normal life, what with the little house with the picket fence and all that neat crap. Plus, I have to think of Bubba's college. And the Mrs. & me's retirement.

That means denying myself all the little creature comforts I've taken for granted: comics, toys, digital cable, a new laptop, DVDs, or pretty much anything else fun for a few years. I will miss these things. Lord, how I will miss these things. But sometimes, you've got to bite the bullet. Who knows? Maybe it'll jump-start my writing engine.

Bubba's bigger & bigger, speaking better now but mostly he likes to sing along to Wiggles and Blues Clues and Dora. One thing I've never mentioned is how big a critic he is of everybody else's musical ability. He'd give Simon a run for his money. He will scream, put his hands over his ears and tell you "okay, goodbye!" until you stop singing along with the song, regardless of how good your voice is. Because he only has time for the original artist, I guess. Heh.

More later, This is actually quite a bit, so enjoy. Later.