I know it’s been dark here on iBard for a few weeks. You’ve probably guessed that a large part of the reason is because of my previous announcement. I’ve finished my book, and I just sent the draft off to the publisher Sunday. I was pretty pleased with it, and it was a lot of work but also a lot of fun. It didn’t end up being the cynical story I had originally envisioned, but the characters ended up driving the tone, and apparently I have some fairly young and optimistic characters in my head.
Except the villain, unless you think being a genocidal maniac counts as “optimism.”
Oh, and there was also the little matter of an F4 tornado forming in my hometown and wiping out two other southern Indiana towns a week or so ago. That was sort of distracting as well.
This video shows a couple of storm chasers, who filmed it coming through Palmyra. They pass my house at about 3:28, although my house is on the opposite side of the van than the side they’re shooting.
When we lived in Florida, we had a couple of direct hit hurricanes that did a lot of damage. When we were evacuating one of them, Chris spotted a tornado on the flight line at his weather station and ran out of the building to get a better look. He’s a complete weather geek, so I get the feeling he was extremely conflicted when he saw the tornado touch down in Palmyra less than a mile from his car. I was on the phone with him at the time, so he did at least agree not to drive or run towards it this time.
The hurricane that hit our base in Florida was when I was first originally diagnosed with depression and anxiety. There’s something about having a houseguest for over a month because the Greyhound bus station he arrived at is now a pile of cinder blocks that will bring out any latent depressive or anxious tendencies you might have.
It’s also when I ended up hospitalized because I am unfortunately one of those people who rebounds for a few weeks or a couple months on medications, and then bottoms out suddenly and dangerously. Not one of my favorite parts of my twenties.
So a lot of what I see going on in my community, for good or ill, brings back those days. Yes, people step up with extraordinary sacrifice and generosity. Yes, there are gawkers and looters. Yes, there are tragic losses and miraculous rescues. And the individuals most affected won’t really see the full effect for months, maybe years.
Life is moving incredibly fast right now. I don’t know that I’m even fully processing all the things that are happening. Maybe I should be blogging here more often. Maybe it would help me feel a little less disoriented.
Then again, some things probably aren’t supposed to make logical sense. That’s true of the best and worst things in life.
I hope you’re all doing well. Check in with a comment, if you like. I’d love to hear from you.