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I wanted to take a minute and update everyone on a wide array of events, projects, and other considerations that comprise my hectic and overcomplicated life.

Novel/Websites:

I had a really good feeling about an agent, but she fell completely off the face of the Earth back in March.  She could be dead for all I know.  I guess I should get motivated to query the remaining names on my “hit list,” but I keep finding other things to do.  The longer this drags out, the more inclined I am to self publish.  I’m very unhappy with the callused and apathetic nature of the mainstream publishing process.  It’s almost as if they’re afraid to make money off of the work I’ve done.  I really don’t know what to tell them.  It’s their loss.

On the plus side, my friend has found the motivation he needs to write a few musical scores for the novel/website, and he referred me to an animator who I hope will agree to create a video teaser trailer for the book.  I’ve heard very little from the artist I commissioned for additional artwork last year.  I guess he’ll deliver eventually.  I haven’t had time to combine Hereticsquest.com with Shannonthomas.org, but that’s coming soon.

Fitness:

When I went home last Saturday to see my family over Memorial Day, I weighed 273.8 pounds.  That was 0.8 pounds over my target.  I had said I wanted to hit 270, but what I really had in mind was to lose half of the 60 total pounds I want to lose, which would have been 273.  I was very close, and I technically had until Monday.  I know I would have made it if I hadn’t eaten all of Mom’s awesome cooking.  Today I weighed in at 276.  Oh well.  Back to the gym, with a vengeance.

Family:

All of my immediate family is doing well.  There are a few problems, but I won’t air dirty laundry here.  All in all, we’re all healthy and happy.  My nephew has dubbed me “Uncle Stubby” after he discovered how fun it was to “cut off” my fingers, toes, hands, feet, arms, legs, and lips with a plastic potato chip bag clip.  I fear the name will stick for the rest of my life, because he loves to cut me up, and my niece loves to kiss my arms and legs and make them grow back so the nephew can cut them off again.  Good Times!

Work/Money:

My job is going very well.  I learn more and become more useful to the team with each passing day.  It feels too to know what I’m doing.  I still get a little frustrated sometimes, but I’m doing better.  I wanted to take this entire week off, but I had to come back to finish a project that’s due tomorrow.  I’ve paid off the bulk of my medical bills, and I’m finally seeing some of the money I’ve been making.  Sometime soon I’m going to talk to the in-house credit union to see if I can get my car loan refinanced at a lower interest rate.  If they treat me right, I may try to get a line of credit and a mortgage.  I’m tired of renting.

Relationships:

I caught up with an old friend last weekend, and I hope to touch base with a few more very soon.  I won’t discuss my romantic or intimate relationships here, but I can assure you that I’m in a good place, and very happy.  I really wish I could say more, because I’m certain it’s a great thing, but I’d better shut up now.  Just take my word for it: be happy for me.

Other Ups, Downs, and Other Thoughts:

A very important and sentimental section of forested ridgeline has been clear cut.  I was devastated when I saw it.  I know a man has to make a living, and I have loggers and strip miners in my family, but there must be a better way.  It looks like a bomb went off up there.  It will take 30 years for it to even begin to recover, and even then, it will never be the same.

I finally found a Taurus Judge chambered for three-inch magnum .410 shells.  I’ve been looking for months, and I finally acquired one, even though I really shouldn’t have incurred the expense right now.  Unfortunately, the gun fanatics continue to buy ammo as fast as it can be made, which makes it damn near impossible for a regular joe like me to find the ammo I need, and when I do, it’s so expensive that I can scarcely afford it.  It makes me sick.  These survivalist types think that they’re the real men.  They think that they’re the wolves, that they’re better than the sheep that most modern people have become.  They can’t see that they’re just as stupid, frightened, and near-sighted as the rest of the sheep.  They’re just a slightly different breed, and they’ll die just as easily as the rest if the real wolves come.

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