I lost my job due to cut backs and suffer from chronic edema which causes the lower extremities to retain fluid. I'm actually deformed now due to morbid obesity. My wife is I'll also. So here I am still trying to finish my screenplay. It's become an up hill battle as each day I can only briefly before more fluid builds up and walking is agony. Yet I fight knowing it's a lost cause. I now write in the hope that some good may come of it. It's a profound awakening to suffer in pain 24/7. Yet I try my best to keep writing. I remember trying to finish a scifi comedy when my mom was taking chemo for her battle with cancer. I managed to finish it despite her losing her battle with breast cancer. So the thought of homelessness doesn't scare me but saddens me. So much grief in this world. My wife and I hope to come back one day stronger and healthier. Until then, I will write until my sickness reaches a point when I can no longer use my hands. I only wish I could have done more in less time. I do so love screenwriting .
Rich
Rich
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