Taking it easy.. Less camp, more recovery.

I was really stoked about camp, but I’m going to have to put it off.  I AM still going to try to write, but the 50K probably won’t be happening unless I just freak out and do a lot of work at the end of the month.

You see, my bear had a heart attack.  Furthermore, he has a lot of blockage in his big bear heart.  And we have to get our diet/fitness/general health in order.  That’s priority ONE.  Nothing else matters compared to having my bear around for a long, long time.

I’m a little bummed, but in all honesty, I know I’m going to try again in August and November.  So it’s not so bad.  I love that about Camp NaNoWriMo.  There are two sessions, and it all leads up to the big event.  So I can just catch the next one.

In the meantime, I’m trying to figure out a way to add some sort of metaphorical attack of bear into the book.  I think it will be a handy way to work through some feelings.  I’m also encouraging him to blog about the experience, but he doesn’t have a ton of focus right now.  He’s sick, and exhausted, and on all sorts of drugs.  So maybe it’s something he’ll do when he’s ready and feeling better.

This is a fairy tale version of the events I wrote after 2 nights with no sleep and 2 days with one meal..

There once was a bear that lived in the wilds of Georgialand. He had a HUGE heart that was filled with love and silliness. He needed the big bear heart to pump lots of Viking blood to his whole body. (He was a very big bear, you see.)

The Viking blood came in through 3 magic doors. And it enjoyed visiting the bear heart so much, that some of it decided to stay there. And then some more stayed, and more and more. Pretty soon, there was a big crowd of Viking blood that had decided just to be still and stay where it was. And it invited its rotten friends, lipids and fatty acids. After a while, the rotten party-crashers began crowding around the magic doors, and other Viking blood couldn’t get through.

That meant that the Viking blood couldn’t flow through the rest of the bear’s big body! Oh no! The bear became very sheepy and sad.

But one day, the bear left the wilds of Georgialand, and came to a magical castle where there lived a wonderful wizard with white hair. His name was Blinko. He knew tons of spells to help the bear, and tried a few until he found one that worked. There was much rejoicing.

“Huzzah!” said the bear.

“Huzzah!” said the goat.

“Huzzah!” said all of their friends and family.

And the bear returned to Georgialand to live the rest of his happy, long life.

The End