A month ago, I told you about the books I was reading, mentioned my previous morbid obesity, type 2 diabetes, and tongue cancer. What I didn’t mention is that while the majority of my family on my father’s side died in their 50s of complications of raging alcoholism (which I neatly sidestepped by deciding when I was a kid that … Continue reading →
Something you might not know about me. Back in the early 2000’s, I was fat. Not chubby. Not “just need to lose a few pounds.” Morbidy obese. The point at which I stopped weighing myself and just gave up was when the scale hit 220, but I didn’t quit eating, and didn’t quit needing roomier clothes. So I weighed more … Continue reading →
I was diagnosed some years ago with BPPV — Benign Paroxysmal Positional Vertigo. With me, it generally starts with slight dizziness that gets worse over a day or two, becoming so bad that I have to have my husband hold me up to get from one end of the house to the other. There are a bunch of exercises you’re … Continue reading →
After a gruelling two years in which I’ve written very little fiction but have: Built a stellar team of folks to help me run my writing site: Dan Allen – Developer Kirsten Bolda – Site Designer Cat Gerlach & Amy Padgett, Forum Head Moderators Carol Englehaupt – moderator Karen Lynn – moderator Chris Makowski – moderator Tom Vetter – … Continue reading →
I woke up this morning from one of those dreams that seem to go on forever, where there were international spies and murders and I was a writer working on getting a lesson done on deadline, and for some reason, my lesson was interfering with the international spies, who’d sent someone to make me stop writing it. The lessons I’m … Continue reading →
I received today a truly wonderful email from a very kind woman with whom I had previously corresponded. In it she talked about this being the year of Christian/Jewish Restoration, and about how we were both due, and about how “I know you don’t like God all that much…” And she included a video to a beautiful Christian song, and … Continue reading →
This is such a delicate thing I’m almost afraid to mention it. But stories started sneaking back into my consciousness after the parathyroid surgery, and lately I’ve been starting each weekday morning writing a few hundred words. It’s what I can make time for before I start into the still-enormous daily workload of getting the HollysWritingClasses.com site up and running … Continue reading →
Last night I put my head on my pillow, closed my eyes, and fell asleep. When I opened them again, it was morning. That may not sound like much. So let me put it in context for you. I remember waking up one perfect summer morning in 1966 in the tiny Ohio village where I lived. I was five. I … Continue reading →
On Saturday, something happened as a result of the parathyroidectomy that was totally unexpected. My spontaneous story ideas came back. I hadn’t even noticed they were gone. I’ve been working hard for the past couple of years trying to get the site fixed, I’ve been under a lot of strain both physically and financially, and my processes for creating fiction … Continue reading →
I’m back following a parathyroidectomy and a couple days recovery. I’m tired, my neck is a bit swollen still and kind of sore, I’m bruised (I’m an easy bruiser, though). And I am happily rid of one thumb-above-the-distal-joint-sized parathyroid tumor that was between twelve and fifteen years old when Drs. Norman, Boone, and Parrack removed it in a fifteen-ish minute … Continue reading →
