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Blogathon Hour Twenty: The ribbon breaks

January 9th, 2010 (11:24 pm)

::exhales slowly::

Guys? Hour twenty.

Hour. Twenty.

Hour twenty is done-time. Hour twenty is bedtime. Hour twenty is dead-time.

Well, hopefully not that.

In the end, I'm afraid that my concluding post is going to be no more inspiring than my initial one. When I started this today, I was really kind of terrified. I mean, writing for twenty hours? That's... you know... a lot of hours. I don't know exactly how many words it came out to, but I'm guessing each post averaged between a thousand and fifteen hundred. Meaning... twenty-five thousand words? Today? What the hell did I think I was doing?

You know, I don't honestly know. But whatever it was, I did it. Ha.

There were some thinky pieces I wanted to make and didn't, and some last-minute-request posts that turned out better than I thought. There were also many, many Diet Cokes consumed, cries for chocolate and caffeine (why did I eat all my Christmas stocking candy before now? why why why why why?), and I don't know how many moans and groans to λ about how I just could not write another word omg. λ is very nice, I should add. She cooked me meals and gave me hugs, both of which were pretty indispensable things.

At hour seventeen I got a call from my mom. She'd just gotten back from Tricia's house. Due to the hard work of about two dozen people, they got the relevant areas of her home renovated, and Tricia is now resting comfortably. My mom said she seems calm and at peace right now, after a very rough beginning to the week. Mom and I talked awhile about what I wrote about in hour fifteen at ftmichael's request -- what it means for everyone to do just that one thing that they can do; what it adds up to and what it can mean. For Tricia, this week, it added up to a lot.

A lot.

I am going to bed now, and sometime tomorrow afternoon -- well into the afternoon -- I'm going to visit Tricia. I'll tell her about how it went and what we raised, whatever that turns out to be.

What's happening isn't okay, and I know I will be feeling that like a knife in the gut soon. Maybe as soon as a few days from now. But just for now... well, just for now, it feels okay. I feel good about what I've done today, and from what my mother said, Tricia is feeling good as well.

Good night, everyone. And thanks.

This is the hour twenty post of my blogathon for my aunt Tricia, who is dying of end-stage ovarian cancer and whose family is being hit with a whole lot of bills that they can't afford alone as a result. Donations can be made at the link given above.


Posted by: Ginger Honey (sweetgingertea)
Posted at: January 10th, 2010 04:50 am (UTC)
butterfly in hand

Congratulations! You did it! :D

Posted by: Obsessively opposed to the typical since 1987 (baroque_n_roll)
Posted at: January 10th, 2010 04:53 am (UTC)


Posted by: Erin (givesmevoice)
Posted at: January 10th, 2010 06:14 am (UTC)
Patti don't box Rose in



Posted by: Pirate Jenny (deliriums_fish)
Posted at: January 10th, 2010 08:14 am (UTC)

Tonight, old man, you did it!
You did it! You did it! You said that you would do it,
And indeed you did. I thought that you would rue it;
I doubted you'd do it. But now I must admit it
That succeed you did. You should get a medal
Or be even made a knight.

Sorry, the icon expression doesn't really fit, but it's the only My Fair Lady icon I have. Ought to do something about that Y/Y?

Posted by: Nathaniel Wolfthorn (ganimede)
Posted at: January 10th, 2010 12:16 pm (UTC)

I knew you'd be able to do it. Well done!

Are you going to let us know how much you managed to raise?

Posted by: ems (ems)
Posted at: January 10th, 2010 02:03 pm (UTC)

Well done! Unfortunately I was asleep for most of the action (which hopefully YOU are now!) but I'm rereading all the entries. xx

Posted by: Gemma (teacupdiaries)
Posted at: January 10th, 2010 05:03 pm (UTC)

Congrats! Go get some rest. :)

Posted by: Michael (ftmichael)
Posted at: January 10th, 2010 08:08 pm (UTC)
light one candle

Hooray! I never doubted you for a second, but I'm glad you get to rest now.

I wondered also if we'll get to hear how much you raised.

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