Daily Writing Challenge

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I am signing on for stage two that means I need eight hundred and fifty words for today. I have no idea what to write. well I did think about working on my stalled work in progress. i have notes ready and everything but I just do not feel like it now. I could go and find a prompt in one of the contests or challenges. Today is the start of week ten of the bradbury challenge. I have written the story for this week and submitted it already but I can write two weeks ahead, so i can write two more stories and have them count. Ooh it also is the first of march so there are new Contest challenge contests to enter. I am thinking maybe writing for a poetry contest this month if there is a good one. I rarely have any luck with writing for poetry contests. Especially when they are long form poems. One hundred and sixty three words written out of eight hundred and fifty. maybe i should work on a scene out of my story after all. I just do not want to write today. I really do not want to write that particular story because the main character dies tragically in the end.

Just talked to my mother in law. Papa is extremely disoriented. He does not know where he is. He thinks he still lives in the house My wife grew up in. They have not lived there in fourteen years. That was two apartments ago. I do not think he is coming home this time. It is either the swan song or he had deteriorated too much to be in his own home. I am thinking we have a memorial to plan soon. My gut tells me this is it. Last time he was in the hospital, i knew he was coming home. It will surprise me if it happens this time. Surprise? It will shock me that the hospital workers care that little for them. I am super upset right now, but I feel like I need to swallow it because my wife is not taking this well and I need to support her. I feel like i shouldn't be upset because i am only related by marriage, but come on. I have spent more time with him in the sixteen years I have known him and he has treated me better than the father that i was born to fifty years ago in november. When my mother died HE was the man that patted me on the back and reassured me it was going to be okay. He loves me more than my own father. He accepts me for who and what I am something my father never has. I feel like I am losing my daddy. But I can not cry because he is my wife's papa. She gets dibs on breaking down not me. I got to break down when my mother died. She gets dibs on this one. I can not fall apart. I can not fall apart. I can not fall apart. But inside I am. I hope the car is just the starter and that it is not more than seven hundred dollars to fix. I can not lose papa and every form of transportation I depend on at the same time. Though it is poetic that the car would go into the sunset around the time her master does. I think she has been missing him. He is not going to last much longer. What am I going to do? My wife is going to self destruct. She is not mentally healthy to begin with and this is a major loss. I do not know how we are going to get through this.

I need to repaint the basement floor and get the stuff out of nathan's room. I need to clean up the cobwebs and sweep. I need to get about twelve cinder blocks down there to elevate his couch, table and clothing tote. I know i should offer him a real room with a real bed and dresser and that is not what he wants. He has lived on a couch for the sixteen years I have known him and I am not going to make him change that when he will be struggling to survive this loss. Nathan is my wife's brother and he is almost exactly ten years younger than my wife. He has his own issues. He didn't finish high school. His mother basically dumped him on us the last year he was in high school. I do not think my mother in law has taken responcibility for him during the entire sixteen years that I have known her. She pawned him off on us then pawned him off on the grandparents because he was getting close to us and starting to treat us with more love and respect than he had for her. When we were not raising him we ended up taking her in and basically raising her. She is not a responcible adult. The problem is that right now she is the adult responcible for Papa.

Okay I have whined, bitched and bullshit for eight hundred and seventy five words. I am done.