Revisiting

I am in the midst of explaining how to set up a little website on blogger.com to a friend and check in at my own site just to refresh my memory. Duh! I have not been here since mid-November—the Nano days.

Nano went just fine. If you call getting the wordcount but no real novel fine. I can't even remember what I wrote this year. Oh, wait, it was some angsty thing about making life choices. Yeah, that's what it was. I will add it to the stack of other unfinshed works that I will "get back to later" just as soon as life allows me or I get organized enough or I hit my stride or blah blah blah. Still having a bit of trouble with that whole disciplined artist thing.

Which brings me to my next phase—I am actually working on organizing my over 25,000 photographs that reside in the hallowed inner workings of my computer. Yes, 25K is a bit excessive; especially when the VAST majority of them are not likely to ever see the light of day. Snapshot quality photos do not make for interesting subject material, except when you want to embarrass one child or another and show the latest (or earliest) clicks from Christmas or birthday parties or whatever. But, I do have some pretty good shots that have potential. I have actually polished a few up, as well as doing a bit of graphic work on them—then loaded them up at http://SMicheleSmith.imagekind.com/ which is a pretty good place to be. Though I have not spent a lot of time working on that, either. Need to get busy!

I guess I lost my stride completely after I had the heart attack. Yep, that was fun. First there was Nano, then the whole December holidays thing then BANG! have a bit of a heart attack. From that, I went into a really nasty depression—that I have since learned is "normal" after surviving a heart attack. Gee, wish they would have told me back several months ago. Maybe I could have done something more, I don't know, intelligent about it? Bet that as it may, I finally got bored with being depressed—than you God! But I still didn't get up a lot of steam for getting things done. And the RA seems to have flared even worse since the attack and I'm thinking some of the meds they put me on may be contributing to that whole mess. And having to pay through the nose and all other orifices for the medical bills has put me in a funk on top of all that. I am ever grateful that there was insurance to cover a lot of it, but these co-pays and the number of doctors and specialists and etc etc etc that have inserted their hands into the bank account is staggering. Hospitalists? Who's ever heard of those??? Well, now I have…and it's not good news for folks who don't have large incomes and endless resources. A five day stay in the hospital brings these hospitalists out of the woodwork and they charge hefty fees to spend a few minutes telling you nothing and scaring you silly. That's a whole other story. Suffice to say, I'm grateful to be here and now I'm hoping to actually get serious about my work and my life again. Or finally?