Why have I started to schedule myself so rigorously?
Because I would like to be more productive in writing my stories and actually sending them off for the first time to an agent for representation and to start a career as a writer, instead of having the lifestyle of an unpublished writer!
I am also doing this because I am getting scary neurological symptoms, which look likely that my ability to write, may not last long. I know that may mean that agents will be very reluctant to take me on, because potentially my writing career could be short, but I hope that I get enough books out there, that I would have felt that I have at least done that.
What neurological symptoms have I been getting?
The inability to realise I have said wrong words in a sentence and even wrote wrong words in a sentence.
I have also struggled to pronounce easy things and jumbled words up, for example, I have never had problems with literacy, ever, and it has always been my strong point. But I may, in my speech say something like this…
“I waked to the ships today” instead of “I walked to the shops today”.
I am also making huge nonsensical writing errors, such as….
“They needed to zit down and drink about things” instead of “They needed to sit down and think about things”.
This is not too regular, but it is increasing in its regularity as months go on. This started around 10yrs ago, but it was fun back then, because I thought it was just the odd spoonerism, but the odd spoonerism, which would happen around twice a week is now a three or more times a day thing on average.
I am also finding it hard to focus on conversations and answer questions quickly. My son is causing issues with this, because he is impatient and bad tempered and he wants quick fire answers to his quick fire questions all the time! I get muddled and I come across as offensive because I am confused.
For example he rambled off ten questions in the space of two minutes and then, my brain hadn’t caught up. He told me he is upset with this life and he is becoming a bad negative person over it and he hates himself, then wattle on for a couple of more sentences then he said to me…
“Oh by the way, dad just said my test is negative, are you happy I am negative”? I said that I wasn’t happy he was negative because he needs to find something to be happy about.
But before I could finish the sentence, Henry screamed and ran away and slammed the door, I was confused by this. Paul explained that I didn’t understand what he tried to say to me, that Henry now thinks that I am not happy that he is Covid free and my god that felt awful!
But it is things like this, which seems to be making me feel like I am going around the twist! It is one major factor as to why I am not writing as much as I used to for the blog.
I have noticed a lot of huge errors in past posts!
Thing is, my brain is changing so much that I don’t even recognise the errors even when I read after I wrote. It can take one of my good days, when I am not so ill, to realise what I have done.
I am scared, but there is nothing I can do about it, because hospital appointments during Covid are almost non-existent now, even if the doctor has put me down for emergency scans and so forth.
I am scared because MS, motor neurone disease and early dementia are rife in my family on both sides.
Happy reading everyone!