I finished the 4th draft of chapter 14. Here’s the vague, nonsensical poem that represents it:

An emergency that is dire indeed;

Flame is required for the prisoner, freed;

Quenched next in a world of both trauma and laughs;

On one of the group, suspicion is cast.

Yeah, sorry, no Chat GPT poem this time. I won’t be using it ever again. I just wanted to have fun with it. What an experience!

Unfortunately, I don’t think there’s anything fun left to do this month. My Dad was in the hospital for a while, and then I had to go pick up my grandma from Kansas City to stay at Dad’s house for a while. And on top of all that I have to finish watching all 11 seasons of MASH. What a month.

At least MASH helped out with my writing. Did you see that poem up there? The part about the dire emergency? When Kim read the third draft of chapter 12 she scoffed at the crisis. She told me that I needed to add more urgency. And she was right, again. 😒

And that’s where MASH comes in. In case you forgot, MASH stands for ‘Mobile Army Surgical Hospital.’ Hawkeye and the rest of the 4077th get into all sorts of trouble as they operate on wounded soldiers. I learned a great deal about medical crises from the hundreds of situations they found themselves in.

At least, I learned how to fake it. 😉

Well, that’s enough of an update for now! Remember, my birthday is on May 9th if you want to get me a present!