Last night I finished the final edits I would make to the sample chapter for Earning Freedom. I put the changes in an envelope and sent them off to Carole. She should receive the envelope on Saturday, and after she makes the changes, Carole will submit the package to Jim, the literary agent who represents my work.
With the submission, a waiting period begins. I’ve written 25 percent of the manuscript, and I intend to wait for some word from my agent before I write more. Several months may pass, and that time will open a window of opportunity to write more content for the web. I intend to interview other prisoners and write their stories.
These allergies continue to trouble me. The nurse has been issuing me these little yellow pills called CTM, and they alleviate the dizziness, though I still feel pressure in my ears. I had the same problem last year, but I toughed it out through the discomfort rather than seeking medication. I would like to purchase my own medication so I wouldn’t have to hassle with sick-call procedures. Fortunately, the health services staff at Taft Camp are very friendly and helpful. I prefer to live independently as much as I can, however, and would like to avoid the waiting, the scheduling, the time slots. In order to receive the medicine, I must comply with the bureaucratic protocol.
I expect to visit with my friend Lee this morning, and Carole will join us this afternoon. With these visits, I enjoy a respite from prison. Someday I will not have to wait for visiting days, but the concept of living in society still feels foreign to me. For now I’m grateful for visiting days.
I intend to run four miles this morning, and that run will boost my tally to an even 1,600 miles over a consecutive 182 days.
Friday, 12 June 2009
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