Update 8/15/12

I may have found a way to get around this problem involving my RAM. Either way I still need a gold card to film some of these sequences. It will involve money but it's a way to get this sorted out and may involve some benefits with my family. Either way I'll be fixing this problem. But one of them is more expensive.

Update 8/8/12

Writing for Season 2 is done. I still to need get more RAM. Fuck.

Update 8/7/12

I'm going to keep trying to do these on a weekly basis. I'm almost done writing Season 2 of my project. And I still need more RAM for my computer. Until then I won't be in business. Other than that not much is going on other than another flare up.

Update

Writing for season 1 is complete but I'm experiencing some technical difficulties that will hopefully be sorted out soon. While I wait I may as well get started writing season 2.

Update

I'm pretty much finished writing. Now I have to find voice actors for all these characters. This is going to take a while.

Update July 10th

I'm done writing episodes 1-12. I've started 13 and expect to be done by the end of July. I may rewrite episode 1 to give it more meat to the story. It feels like it's lacking something at the moment. But I'll have the first season written by the end of the month.

I feel terrible.

Today I went to my first wake. Not exactly the best place to be. The father of one of the kids in my neighborhood died on Monday after fighting cancer for some time. I went and it felt odd. Seeing a man who was kind and often seemed larger than life wasn't the person I saw in the casket. He had lost a lot of weight. I feigned a prayer like I often do in church but I couldn't stop looking at his face. It wasn't the face I associated him with. I remembered the last time I talked to him, which was about 8 months ago. He had asked how I was doing with my disease when I went to get my brother. He was fine back then. I wish there was a heaven for him to go to. I went to tell his kids, Nick and Matt, as well as his wife that I was sorry for their loss. And I did. And it didn't feel like it was enough. It felt like there wasn't anything I could do to make them feel better. I guess all I could do was show up to let them know I hoped the best for them and that I wish Mike had beaten cancer again. But all I could really say was "I'm sorry for your loss." Words that were hollow to me when I lost my grandmother. I realize there was nothing I could do or say that would make their lives easier. And that made me feel terrible.