A Return to the Past

It’s been a while since I’ve spoken with you. Perhaps speak isn’t the correct way to put things, but it works for me. In a way, I am speaking to you: I’m dictating this with Dragon software. It seems in the past couple of days Dragon has learned my idiosyncrasies far better than before, and my dictation seems far clear than it ever was in the past.

It’s a good thing, too. The place I’m currently staying at (I’ll get to that in a minute) doesn’t have a writing desk. What it does have is a coffee table, but after leaning over that and typing for a while, the back begins to hurt. So I broke out Dragon–which, honestly, I almost took off my computer–and began writing through dictation.

As you can see, it’s doing pretty well.

Why am I writing with Dragon? There’s a simple reason behind that…

For the past couple of months I’ve been working on a new story, one that takes place in the Demonic Majesty universe. Even though I twenty-one thousand words into the story, it was getting harder and harder to start each scene. So last Tuesday, during a meeting of my writing group, I decided to do a little writing somewhere else–

I began finishing a scene that I had started in December for C for Continuing.

Yes, I got back into the world of Annie and Kerry, my two kids who have missed so much. And from Tuesday night until last night I’ve added about thirty-five hundred words to their story. Where are they now? They just touched down in San Francisco, more or less Kerry’s old hometown.

But if you think they’re there to do a little sightseeing, well… Maybe they are. But I’m sure it’s for another reason as well.

And what’s up with me? I’ve been moving from one Airbnb to another, managing to keep a roof over my head and a warm bed to sleep in. This is been helped out by the fact I am now collecting Social Security and the money coming in is going toward food and shelter right now. As soon as this lockdown is removed, I’ll find an apartment and settle down. I’ll also get my car fixed, but that’s another story.

Right now I think of told stories enough.

Or maybe I haven’t…