Captain’s Log
Flu and a Challenge
Just a quick note to keep you updated on my misadventures. Or, maybe not such a quick note.
Flu. Yep, the flu came to visit our happy home. Little man came down with it on the 19th. He spent all weekend being flu-y and sick. Monday rolled around and off to school he went, feeling better.
Tuesday, I woke up feeling like someone parked a truck on me. Thankfully, hubby was able to play chauffeur to little man since the insane headaches where making me just a tad grumpy.
On days that I could think straight, I read a wonderful book called “The 8-minute Writing Habit” by Monica Leonelle. It really helps lost writers find their way back onto the writerly path.
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I’m So Excited! #Amwriting Again!
This may sound horrible, but I cannot even express the amount of joy I have for the start of school next week. I love my little guy dearly, but I need a break. Itās very difficult to write or take an online class with my lovely editor while heās sitting on my lap. Weāve been having almost daily thunderstorms and he gets very clingy with all the noise. I canāt say that I blame him. So, I just hold him and try to keep him calm until they pass.
āThis too, shall pass.ā
I sat down to write a blog post Thursday afternoon (2-11-2016) and was immediately distracted by an idea for my WIP. As Iām pretty scatterbrained, I dropped everything and dove into writing. I didnāt stop until it was time to go pick up the kiddo several hours later. This is a very good thing.
And then it was time for the after school chores: snack, homework, dishes, dinner, etc. Looking at the calendar, I realized that it was a four day weekend because the local high school was moving into their new digs and all the kids were off to give teachers the chance to pack and move. Not only were the high schoolers moving, half of the elementary classes were shuffling into the old high school. Yay. Thankfully, Little Man wonāt have to worry about moving to a new building until next year. Continue reading
5 Reasons Itās Great To Be A Writer
5. Reading. I horde books. When hubby asks me why I have SO many books, I tell him I need them for āresearch.ā I donāt think heās caught on yet. It’ll be our little secret.
4. Time Alone. Writing gives me a great excuse to be alone. If I don’t want to do the dishes, it’s because I suddenly thought of a great scene I just have to write down. (Or I needed to check my Twitter or Instagram).
3. Murder. When thereās someone in your life that deserves to meet a particularly horrible and untimely death, but you donāt want to live the rest of your life on death row, you can just kill them over and over again in your writing. (I have a relative, or two, that has a future as multiple victims). Continue reading
Summer Break 2015 – Making Time to Write
Iāve been meaning to post an update but Iāve been a tad bit busy.
First there was the 4100+ chapter six that I sent off to the amazing editor. She said it would be a few days before she got it back to me. Which turned out to be the next day. Did I mention that she was amazing?
Then thereās the whole āend of the school yearā song and dance. And that means lots of meetings; teachers (for the annual IEP, goal planning for next year, and a game plan with home work for the summer to make sure thereās no regression and heās ready for the next school year), therapists (more goal planning, homework, etc.), care coordinators, doctors, the list goes on towards the never setting sunset. Continue reading
Catch Me, I’m Falling!
This week has been a whirlwind, but then again, what week isnāt? If you have a kid, a pet, a partner, or a life, I think you know what Iām talking about. Thereās always someone or something whining for your attention.
And if that werenāt bad enough, I had a couple of days filled with paralyzing fear. Not the āI canāt leave the houseā kind (although, I have experienced that once or twice before). Nope, this was the āMy writing sucks. My characters REALLY suck because theyāre talking to me but Iām not understanding them. I give up. Iāll never be any good. I wonder if McDonaldās is hiring.ā Continue reading
Oops…Sorry About That!
I forgot to write a post for this week. Oops.
This week has been such a whirlwind that Iām not even sure what all I did. I recall scheduling surgery for my eight year old son. He has to have two teeth extracted. Because heās non-verbal and autistic, weāre seeing a dentist that specializes in special needs kiddos. She recommended, for his comfort and safety, that we schedule it at the Childrenās Hospital where she can put him under and do the extractions, cleaning and x-rays. She also assured me that because heād be in post-op, Iād have the help of the nurses to comfort him when he recovers. THAT is huge.
And my vacuum decided to kick the bucket on me. The bastard. Now I have to go shopping. I hate shopping. I knowā¦a woman that hates to shop. Well, unless itās for old fashion stationary, purple pens, and of course, BOOKS. I could spend days in a book store. Ebooks are great and all, but I still love the feel of a paper book. Much to my husbandās dismay. Every time he comes home, thereās a new stack of books waiting to be read. Continue reading
Yay! For Writing
I had expected a speedy recovery after my oral surgery on March 13th given my previous rebounds from the same procedure. I should have known better. This time, the dentist decided to do some ābone therapy.ā Basically, it meant opening up my gums, āscratchingā the bone to induce bone growth, and then stitching it back up. He did this on both sides of my jaw as well as extract 4 teeth (two upper, 2 lower) on the right side.
I can only say that Iām thankful I opted for being sedated. I slept most of that day and the next. Except for the occasional moments where I had to get up to take more pain pills until they started to make me throw up. Which led to busting open some sutures. And more bleeding. And more pain. You might say I was a little miserable. And the last thing on my mind, besides eating, was writing. Continue reading
Life Happens…
Have you ever noticed that when you carefully plan out something, you usually end up with one of two normal results?
The first being that everything goes according to plan. Or pretty damn close. And if that was my norm, I wouldnāt be writing this post.
Instead, as par for the course, Life decided that my plans were a joke and threw in a few twists and turns to keep things interesting. Continue reading