A Touch Of The Dizzies

ATTENTION: This post is WEEKS old! When I say "last Monday" I mean June 7th. Ya. We're slackers.

Amy's had a lot excitement these days. I suppose that's putting it kindly. She's had increasing spells of vertigo over the last few years, and we finally got her to an ENT to find out what's going on. He says it sounds like Minear's disease. If that sounds familiar to you, you might be remembering that the astronaut Allen Shephard had the same condition.

It's a building up of fluid in the inner ear that puts pressure on the ear drum. It tends to cause ringing in the ears, vertigo, dizzyness, and permanent hearing loss.

Yeah.

Scary.

We don't have an official diagnosis yet, but Amy's had a hearing test. She came out with normal hearing, so that should serve as a baseline, but we're going to get her back to the ENT to see what's next.

Meanwhile, Amy's having to stay on a low-salt diet. It's tough for her, and I try not to rub in the fact that I can eat salty things and she can't. I'm trying to support her however I can, though, and this is mainly accomplished by nagging and pestering her about keeping track of her sodium in-take. Like any diet change, she has good days and bad, but I like to think we're making a difference. Worst case scenario? She could be legally deaf in a few years. I don't see that as too likely, but it is possible. Best case scenario? She's going to live with this all her life, and we'll always have to be aware of it. It might be a while before we take another flight on an airplane.

Meanwhile, our lives go on. I'm getting a lot of freelance work, and Amy keeps getting plenty of clients at Massage Envy. We miss our nieces and nephews and think about them a lot.

Amy and I had a great date last Monday. Since we had to go to Seattle for her hearing test anyway, we made a day of it and had lunch after her test. We also stopped in at Twice-Sold Tales in the capitol hill neighborhood, a used bookstore we've both been wanting to check out. Amy had to drag me out. We both walked away with a little something at a fraction of the price it would have cost at, say Barnes and Noble.

We'll be back. I think I could have spent the whole day there, not to mention half my monthly pay.

-Tom

New Lace

It's finally finished and blocked! I've been working on this latest lace project since Christmas.


I've never worked on anything this large before, so I allowed myself time to switch over to other projects to give myself a break from it time to time.


Doing the same pattern over and over for so long gets rather monotonous.



This is the first time I have ever done a knitted on border. Though I think it does add a lot, HOLY COW - it was difficult to figure out on my own.




Well, I guess I'll have to start another lace project soon to do in tandem with the half-dozen other projects I've already got on the needles. :D

-Amy

Spaulding family visit in March and other updates

Okay, I have a confession. Tom sent me this hugely long blog several weeks ago, and because of computer issues, doctor's appointments, a busy schedule, and me just being so dead tired when I get off of work, I took this long to find photos to go with the posts so they could finally go live. Yes, I know; totally lame excuse. Hope you enjoy. I tried to post a ton of pictures here to make up for the fact that the blog has been such a disappointment.

-Amy



Our spacious 800 sq ft apartment has seen as much traffic per square foot per day as SeaTac airport. (and 97.24% of statistics are made up on the spot)

Amy’s family came to town in March, just one event in a month that’s left our heads spinning, hence the reason for our nonexistent posts.

Nearly the whole gang showed up. We played host to Amy’s parents, her brothers Jeff, Devin, Jeff’s wife and two kids, and Amy’s sister Summer.

Only Summer actually stayed with us, but everyone spent plenty of time here. We really missed Matt and his family, not to mention Tanner (who’s teacher deserves whatever she gets for not letting him come).

Anyway, I don’t think our place could have held too many more.

We had a lot of things on our itinerary, and very few things on that list went undone. We didn’t actually spend much time in the apartment.

On our first day out in the city, we went down to the waterfront. Nothing went quite according to plan, but we all had a good time. We spent some time browsing at Elliott Bay Book Store.

Kim and Becky stayed there entertaining themselves while the rest of us headed down First Avenue, stopping for a Cow Chip cookie, and browsing around at the Utilikilt store.

We even paused for a photo op in front of the totem pole in Pioneer Square.

We headed back to the cars and I picked up Kim and Becky so they could join us for lunch.

We all headed out to Discovery Park (no relation to the famed cable channel) and had a weenie roast.

Jeff and Ryan worked at impressing each other with handstands. Some of us threw the Frisbee.

The next day we were back in Seattle and we all took a ride on the Bainbridge Island ferry. Ella and Leo had fun imagining mermaids swimming in Puget Sound.

We all loved the great view of the city, and the Olympic Mountains were bold and clear to the west.

We had a great picnic lunch on the waterfront and took a look around the oddities and tchotchkes at Ye Olde Curiosity Shoppe. I was especially impressed by a highly detailed model of an English village made entirely of cork.

The next day, Jeff and his family, Devin, Ryan, Amy, and I went to Boeing museum of flight. It had been some time since I’ve been there, and there was more to see than we could get in. I was especially geeking out over the new World War I exhibit.

Everyone pitched in to help buy and cook meals and nobody had an excuse to go away hungry. By the end, I think everyone was exhausted, but pleasantly so.

We had a great time hosting everyone and showing off our new stomping grounds. For us, it was also a great excuse to get out of the routine and experience the beautiful place we live in.

Amy and I have been getting through life just fine. It’s been a struggle to adjust our routines and get back into the groove of things. Our efforts for fiction have been woefully neglected as a result.

We had Amy’s brothers and a friend of theirs staying for a short time while they get their work situation figured out. It was quite a fiasco for them. As for us, we just enjoyed having company around. Ryan stayed with us for a few weeks, and I must admit I especially enjoyed that. I’m used to being completely alone during the day, which is fine, but it was a nice change to have someone else in the room. I worked on my articles and Ryan worked on his manna or whatever it is they do on World of Warcraft.

To further shake things up, Amy recently changed her work schedule. She cut back a little on her hours, which she badly needed to do. Now she gets a somewhat shorter day on Thursday. She also starts earlier on Saturday and finishes at 5 pm, which is great. It’s good to see her a little more often and I think it’s working wonders for her to see daylight more often.

I’ve been getting more clients these days. When it rains, it pours. The orders seem to be coming in all at once, so they’ve been keeping my fingers flying. I guess that makes a decent, relatively plausible excuse for getting behind on the blogs. I re-repledge to do better in the future.

Bringing us to the present . . .

This weekend has been another adventure. My cousin Carrie and her new husband James have been in town for a family party. Abby and Jeremy were in town, not mention my Dad who was here to visit his new Granddaughter. You’d think it was Christmas time with all the family buzzing around here these days.

Amy had a great birthday. We went out to dinner, did a little shopping. My brother made her a great big cake and I gave her a good, long, full-body massage. The perfect gift from the husband who has no money to the wife who has no energy. We had a nice evening renting movies; Julie and Julia, and Where the Wild Things Are. We’re pretty wild and crazy people, we know, but quiet evenings suit our budget and our disposition.

-Tom

Updates From The World Of The Criminally Cute

The time has come for an update on our adorable nieces and nephews. Not being able to have children of our own right now, Amy and I really especially enjoy our role as aunt and uncle in the lives of five cute little kids, so we're taking this opportunity to share what's going on with them. So here they are in no particular order.

Amy's brother Matt and his wife Deneal have two little cuties: Ashton is 6 and Tally Paix is almost a year old now.

Recently Deneal took them out on a picnic in a huge meadow. I'd love to know just where this is since I lived in that part of California for two years and never saw the like.


Anyway, Tally Paix had a blast eating grass and Deneal got off some gorgous photos of those kids.

Deneal, if you're reading, that eye and that camera could be making you some extra cash.


If I had a kid I'd chuck Sear's portait studio and just have you follow my kids around for a few hours. These photos are just incredible. And hey, there's a lot of money in kid photography. There's gold in them thar diapers. But I digress.

Ashton just turned 6 and this last year Amy and I began our tradition of sending our nieces and nephews as many dollars as they are old along with a card. He made the sweetest call to Amy, leaving a voicemail on her phone that just melted our hearts. "I hope you have a good time hearing me say that I love you . . . as much as I love you!" You just can't beat the sweet sincerity of little kids. Their complete dearth of irony is a gift in this crazy world of ours, at least Amy and I sure think so.

Amy's other brother Jeff has two kids with his wife Crystal: Leo who's also 6, and Ella who's 3.


Unfortunately Ella's had some real health problems with her kidneys. The other day Crystal was explaining to Amy over the phone how they have to keep Ella constantly hydrated to prevent infection. At the sound of the dreaded "h" word Ella shouted "NO HYDRATED!"


I don't think I've ever heard anyone under the age of 10 use that word, let alone a 3-year-old so that was hillarious. Anyway, the poor thing has to go to the bathroom constantly, so she's put herself on the fast track to complete potty training. Good on ya, kiddo. Sorry about all the grief your system's putting you through, but at least there's a silver lining there.


Elanie poses with Devin's dog, Chloe. Yes, Chloe is wearing a shirt. No, Devin didn't put it on her. It's actually a dolly shirt that Crystal put on the dog and tried to get Ella to confess. She wouldn't do it, haha.


Leo continues to be way too resourceful for his own good. While Grandma and Grandpa Spaulding were watching him recently he managed to turn down all the dials on all the refrigerators and freezers.


As a result he inadvertently defrosted a whole turkey. Guess Thanksgiving came early for them! Wish I could have been there, I love turkey.


And last, but certainly not least my Sister Abby's recently-adopted daughter Lorena continues to be cute enough to make the Gerber baby consider a career change.

Speaking of which she just cut her first teeth recently and had her first sleepover at her Grandma Fawcett's (my mom) without her mom and dad. Amy and I spent an afternoon visiting with my mom, my brother, and her. She's very well-mannered and just loves to be in on the fun. I couldn't quit thinking about how nice it was to cuddle her and play with her. We all had our turn with her. She's just a jewel.

Strangely enough Abby reports that when Lorena got home all she wanted to do was be held and play.

Wonder why. Hmmm. It's a mystery.

-Tom

Million Words Update - Day . . . Who Knows

"You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you."

-Ray Bradbury

I'm coming to the end of another long and harrowing week of hardcore writing. Both my bad and good days are resulting in higher word counts and I continue to chip away at my deficit. I've committed to reach for 25,000 words a week in an effort to close that gap as soon as possible. I haven't quite reached that this week, but I've come darn close.

I'm starting to notice what Bradbury means about staying drunk on writing. When I come away from a good string of speedy drafting sessions I feel what I can only describe as a buzz in my head. It's both exhillirating and exhausting. I've been known to take ten or fifteen minute naps between writing sprints. Sometimes the process just knocks me out.

Now, I've never been drunk, but I now know for a fact that writing can make you feel drunk in a manner of speaking. I feel dizzy with the feeling of achievement, but beyond that I can feel impulses dancing across my corpus collosom in a flood of electricity that only comes from sustained creative effort. As tiring as it is, it's a feeling I think everyone should earn the privelage of experiencing in their lives.

I'm in the sunset of my current novel, trying to wrap up Act III in a barn-burning conclusion. Meanwhile I rather marvel at how this kind of sustained effort grows my writing skills. I've been interested in writing for a long time, and I've read a lot of books on the subject. In fact, I highly recommend Ray Bradbury's life-changing book called "Zen In The Art Of Writing." But no number of books on writing or classes can make up for the concrete experience of pulling pages upon pages of words down from out of the ether, putting them down forever in black and white.

I still question sometimes if this is more than I can do. The answer is always "No," at the end of the day, but I have my moments. I don't deny for a second that what I'm attempting here borders on the insane, but I have a persistent feeling inside pushing me on, telling me over and over again "It will be worth it."

Well, enough gassing on. Time to belly up to the bar again. Cheers!

-Tom

On The Road to 1,000,000 - Month 2 of 12

I'll bet you thought I'd forgotten all about my goal, didn't you? I obviously didn't. Granted, it's only the second month and I'm considerably behind, but I have the whole rest of the year to make up the deficit.

I've been working hard each day. It really helps the word count to have a few projects going at the same time, but my current novel is taking up most of my word count. It's tentatively titled "Empty Beds" and I plan on having a draft done in the next week or two, certainly before the end of the month.

That'll mean one novel down, nine to go! And one of those will be NaNoWrimo, so that barely counts. It was a novel I was planning on writing anyway.

I should mention here that Amy's been charging ahead with her own writing goals herself. A million words for her this year isn't quite in reach since she doesn't also write to pay the bills like I do, but she's working every bit as hard as I am, if not harder given her circumstances.

Her goal is to finish the second draft of her novel from last NaNoWriMo by her birthday on April 25th. She's worked her fingers to the bone on a good outline and she's been drafting her fingers off at night after work. It's good to not be alone in reaching for writing goals and she's learning a ton from the experience. Amy's boldly declared that her novel, a young adult urban fantasy, will be a best-seller when it's done. She's got a great head for story, so I know she's capable.

I've often compared learning writing to my mission for the LDS church. When I first got out in the field I was eager to improve, but I got frustrated when the methods and principles taught at our training meetings weren't translating to better results. Then one day, about eight or nine months in, I realized that I was almost unconsciously doing the things they had trained us to do. I didn't even have to think about it anymore.

With each of my novels so far I've done what I know how to do, trying to push the limits of my abilities, and have found them sorely lacking. But lately, as I've been writing this novel I've realized that my story telling skills are improving dramatically. Since this novel is based on one little idea, I'm basically letting the novel take me where it wants to go, working without a net or an outline of any kind. It's like a divining rod dragging me around the story. I guess I'll soon see where it's taking me.

For the past year or so I've had faith that my skills with fiction would improve with practice. My feelings about it didn't go any further than that, however, since I wasn't working to my potential to practice it and develop my projects. Now that I'm working hard it's a lot of fun to begin to see some results.

Maybe if I keep drafting like a mad man I'll be able to draft a book one of these days, tweak a few things and correct the spelling and I'll have a bestselling page-turner on my hands.

Meanwhile I'm still working on the discipline to keep up with my weekly word count goal of 20,000 words: no easy task, but I'm getting much better.

Thanks for your support and comments.


-Tom

Gunn News

We're behind folks. We've both been working our tails off on novels, I've been working on articles (as always) and doing what I can to break into magazines. These aren't excuses (if they were, they'd be lame), but they are reasons, so thanks for your patience. Each of these events probably deserve a whole post, but instead I'm just going to give you a bunch of mini-posts with photos that apply. Enjoy catching up with us.

*Massage Envy Party In The Sky

It finally came. Amy's boss Shawn warned us months ago that there would be a big formal gala at the Harbor club in Bellevue on the 25th floor. This was the company holiday party, held late to keep the clinic doors open during the holidays.

Why a big formal party?

Shawn's just cool like that. Renton Landing Massage Envy busted records for a clinic that's only been open for a year, smoking the region and most of the country in sales. It's exciting for Amy to be a part of it, and she's definitely pulled her weight there. Her massage bad-assery has earned her a significant raise and may lead to a promotion in the next year. Her work ethic is an inspiration both to me and her co-workers/future underlings.

Anyway, it was fun to get dressed up extra nice, eat some great food, meet some nice people, and watch those nice people drink free booze. Thanks, Shawn for a great evening, even though we were glad to have it over with.

*The Art of Manliness

I'm reluctant to talk about other's blogs on our own blog, but I must say this particular blog, The Art of Manliness, easily deserves attention here. From the bio it looks like it was started by an LDS guy from Oklahoma in response to the fact that most so-called men's magazines were really aimed, not at real Men, but at adolescents of all ages.

The stuff on this blog ranges from the life-transforming to the mildly interesting. But since I discovered it about ten days ago I don't think a day has gone by where I didn't look in and explore it. It's apparently a huge success with thousands of subscibers and it's easy to see why. The posts are clean, the subjects have daily relevance, and ANYONE, man or woman, can benefit from it. I'm already wondering how I ever got through life without it.

Check it out: www.artofmanliness.com

*Ryan Comes Home!

Amy's brother Ryan stepped off the plane just this week from Africa wondering how he ever managed to grow up in the massive snow drift that is rural Utah right now. He probably felt like he had just arrived on the ice planet of Hoth (sadly, without the awesome Imperial walkers).

I can only imagine what he's going through right now, but I know he's got some readjusting to do. From what I understand he's got a new appreciation for the USA and how blessed we are to live here. His return served as a good reminder that, no matter how poor I think I am, I'm Scrooge McDuck swimming in dabloons in terms of all the blessings I enjoy.

Thanks Ryan. It's good to have to back. We look forward to seeing you next month and hope you find the temperatures up here more hospitable, if only slightly.



-Tom