I have spent the last several months updating software, and little of that time writing. Sometimes I do bite off more than I can chew, but I am finally done with the updates. The websites are straight, the software is straight, and I now have a clear path for the next several months to write.
I have Hurricane to finish and I want to do a completely new Earth’s Survivors book. I started the new Earth’s Survivors book in 2016, before my health took a bad turn, and it has sat, a chapter or two written, and nothing more.
The same with Hurricane. I had to avoid the stress, do something besides write for awhile. 3D modeling and game building was easier to do. No defined goals, no deadlines, but of course I created my own fairly quickly, deciding to update software and content in that software, and I found myself as stressed and involved as I had been.
I guess some people are driven, and so it doesn’t matter what they are doing they are going to push themselves. But, all of that, and my health slowly resolving and leveling out after surgeries and physical therapy and a steady diet of medications that were adjusted over and over to get me to a place where I could function, have made me understand that it doesn’t matter what I do, I will push what limits I have.
So, back to writing. When I finish this I will be starting to organize things. Open those files and get to work. I have dozens of books left to do.
Everything I have written in the last twelve years has been written in longhand, in composition notebooks. Why? Because when I began the process of writing it was all I had to hand. I had a lot of time on my hands though, and I could choose to use it wisely or waste it, so I began by writing about this dancer, Candace, and this guy named Mike. When I finished that story I wasn’t done; I had another story, and another. And still more that had nothing to do with that first cast of characters, so I wrote those too. Now I have two file cabinets full of composition notebooks.
So, that is where I am at, this day after Christmas. Hurricane and a new Earth’s Survivors book, and I will go from there.
So here is a look at part of that new Earth’s Survivors book that has been sitting since 2016, Dell.
To Build A Nation
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It has been rough here since the new year began. Even before that, but maybe life is going to slow down a little here now.
I have not written in a while, but it has been one thing after another here, and there has been no time to do it. Even so, when I hold the two of you in my arms and nurse you, I sometimes think of this journal and why I keep it. This is supposed to be for you. To help you understand us when we are gone, maybe even when we are still here. I guess none of us have decided on that yet, and I think that all of us have put so much personal stuff in our journals that it wouldn’t be okay with us if just anyone read them. I wouldn’t want anyone else to read mine. But, this is for you two, and I hope, brothers and sisters that will come in the future.
We had the funeral for Bob, Arlene and Arlene’s baby too. The thaw was on. Tom and Craig managed to dig holes. We thought it was best.
We have heard that Jessie, David, Janet and the others made it out of here. They are claiming that they were turned out. I wanted to ask Mike if that was true, but I haven’t. I know that a decision had to be made. I know Mike was so angry because he felt that the circumstances had weighed so heavily on Bob that he had fallen because he had not been paying attention to the job. Too preoccupied with the other things. I don’t know if I want to know exactly how it all played out. I don’t think it matters. I don’t have anything better to say besides that.
We know they have moved on to the west. A place called Snoqualmie… West coast nearly. We don’t know anything else about it and are not likely to hear any more about it.
Emmett Stiles is our new doctor. He is not like Jessie or Steve would be, or even Sandy. It takes some getting used to, thinking I will see them when I go up to the cave. I was so used to seeing some of them in the main area. No more. Emmett is an okay doctor, just not as personable as Jessie or Steve were, and I don’t think he will stay here long.
Sandy worked well under him, but it is more like works well apart from him, or in spite of him. She does her thing with Susan. They run things now, Emmett sees the serious cases that need more than Sandy can give, but to be honest that is very little. That alarmed me at first, but Sandy really does know her stuff. She paid attention, listened to Jessie and Steve and she knows what she is doing. I think that in some way we hurt her feelings by bringing Emmett here. And I think she is probably right to be hurt. We didn’t need him. He has an education in name only, Sandy, with most things, knows as much or more than he does. And she is more willing to put it to work. Emmett is not holding back, I don’t mean that, I simply mean he is withdrawn, or not fitting in to the way things are here. I can’t put it any better than that. I do intend to sit down and talk to Sandy and see that she knows that I for one wish we had not brought in another doctor. As we grow it should become a moot point all the way around, and we grow almost every day.
Rollie came back today. He’s been in touch via radio. We’ll unload his trailers tomorrow, yes, he came with three teams to deliver all the stuff that was contracted for. I guess we now have a real trade economy going on. When he left the last time he took Beth, Joe and George with him, along with Steve. Only Joe came back, he is working full-time with Rollie now and he likes it. George and Beth decided to stay with Sarah Jobson’s camp. We will see them in the fall when they visit.
Steve went west. He had offers, but he took an offer that is someplace in what used to be Texas or New Mexico. What we heard was inconsistent. It made me think he had actually set out after Jessie, and maybe that is the truth of it. I do know that no one knows exactly where this new settlement he went to is.
Tom took over all of Bob’s duties except the farm. Josh took that over along with his own farm which is located on the opposite side of our ridge. He can easily reach the two places using the main tunnel that cuts through the ridge. We are working on that constantly. The hope, Josh and Tom both say, is to drive vehicles from one side to the other through the tunnel. They have done it with four wheel drive vehicles, but they want it to be able to be used by oxen teams as well as trucks towing trailers or wagons.
Joe brought back four offers for Emmett. That made me wonder, but Rollie said it is common place for doctors to get offers all the time. It never stops. Maybe that will solve the problem for us. They made alternate offers for Sandy.
I imagine one of them will go, I wonder which one: As long as we have a doctor we will be fine. Three offers to us from other doctors as far away as the east coast came to us as well. We didn’t pay Emmett to come here, but we have more to offer than any other place has, so we don’t have to offer, they offer us.
And, the part that I have to deal with. The reason I would not want anyone to read this except the two of you or your sisters and brothers: Patty and I. It’s not like what happened with Janet and David, but how different is it? I won’t answer that, at least not now, except to say that I love her, and she loves me, and neither one of us is willing to give up the other, and won’t. Maybe someday I can be more open., but right now I feel guilty about it and so does Pats. Even so, we talked about it and it doesn’t change anything at all.
Lastly: We still have heard nothing at all from the OutRunner team. All of us are worried, but we are hoping it is a weather delay. According to Parkland and Rollie’s own observations, the snow depths are well over three feet on the level. Mike doesn’t think they could drive through that, and they were in what once was northern New York, where it is liable to have been even deeper. Spring is at least a few weeks away to a month. We will have to wait and see.
It was bitterly cold as the small caravan crossed the gap and dropped down out of the pass, starting on their way to Parkland. The three sledges were piled high with trade goods and belongings. Emmett Stiles was with them. He had come to the council and asked to be released and they had released him. He was on his way to another life that might suit him better, Mike thought. The council had already made Sandy the doctor for the Nation. She had been ecstatic. More than that, Mike had argued, it had been the right thing to do. She had earned it.
Candace and Patty raised their hands and waved to the small caravan as they began to drop down into the open valley. Five figures riding atop the sledges waved back.
A thanks to the fans who have stayed with me, the well wishers and the ones who have pushed me to get back to most of what I used to be. I hope you enjoyed the read, see you tomorrow, Dell…