It has been one week since my ankle surgery. My real life
remains mine, so I won’t tell you what the exact surgery was, however I will
share with you that it wasn’t for anything life threatening-just life style
threatening. And, now all the good drugs are gone…well the opioids at least. I
will be confined to our condo for at least six more weeks. So, here I am, right
in the middle of Hotlanta, and I can’t go anywhere. It will probably be four months before I can
actually begin anything close to what was once my normal life. The doctor says
it will be a year before I return to normal activities. Whatever that means…
What these last few weeks since the accident have given
me is the opportunity to create, which is a once in a lifetime opportunity for
me. I have always written something, anything for anyone interested in
publishing my stories. It just wasn’t my career. Now, I have the unique
opportunity to explore through words what has always been lurking in the murky
depths of my subconscious. I had absolutely no idea that I was so sick and
twisted. I am one sick pup and it is great fun! Let’s just say I have been
influenced by Anne Rice and Edgar Allan Poe much more so than Margaret
Mitchell. I probably listened to a band called The Cramps a bit too much when I
was a kid, too. Having a family cemetery probably figures in there somewhere,
as well. But, those are all stories for another day!
One avenue I have been able to explore during my ‘Exile
on Peachtree Street’ has been the world of the indie writers. Having spent the
years of my incredible, folly filled youth in Nashville, I have long been
accustomed to the camaraderie of the indie music scene. Now, I have discovered
that the indie writer’s scene is just as creative and supportive as our
musically inclined indie friend’s community. The outpouring and encouragement I
have received to write anything, with no line being drawn on my creative sand,
and without anyone messing in my creative sandbox, has been nothing short of a
revelation, a veritable epiphany after my time spent in corporate America. The
same concept applies with Facebook. I am enjoying my new found friends and I am
truly amazed at the guidance and encouragement offered. It’s remarkable how creative
a person can become when there are no guidelines.
One fun thing that has happened this week is my adventure
into the world of Twitter. First warning, a person with ADD who is on opioids should never, never, ever, never, ever, ever go on Twitter. However, this
little journey has landed me almost 1000 new friends in less than one week.
Let’s just say, I appear to be famous among German rock bands, so a least
someone understands me! (It really just reinforces my belief that women should
connect with men that do not speak the same language, since men never seem to
understand what we are saying anyway.) There again is another story for another
day…So back to Twitter, the support of indie writers and publishers has been
over whelming. It’s a beautiful thing. It really is. The writing community seems
to understand, as do our indie alternative music friends, that name recognition
is the first name of the game. It’s been a fun week on Twitter, and one that
has made me laugh through an otherwise excruciatingly painful week. Now, I just have to figure out what a Shout
Team is, how I got on one, and how to share in German.. That should be easy
enough. Gawd…
Anyway, by Halloween I should have my first three short
stories available. Who knows, maybe if I listen to Lux Interior sing ‘Life is
short, filled with stuff, don’t know what for…’ one more time, I may have the
book completed by Halloween…that is, if I can get off Twitter long enough to
actually write something!
Stay tuned for the next exciting update and enjoy the
August Blue Moon...oh, thank you for taking the time to read my first official blog.
Cheers y’all!
Hunter S. Jones
