Get your books in time for Yule giving!

Well, Nano is nearly over, and 2 migraines have put me so far behind that I’m giving up. I made it to almost 20k on three projects, combined not each. Wouldn’t that have been awesome?

And yes, judgey cat is disapproving.

But I’ve gone from an average of 500 words a day (including bad days) to about 1200. So, Nano did its job, it got me producing. And it started me on book 3 of the Mechanicsville series.

Yule news:

I am heading to visit family in NB on Dec 4th. So I will be away from my boxes of books during the prime shipping season. If you plan to give copies of any of my books as Yule presents, I suggest you buy soon. Especially as The Canadian Authorpreneur’s Tax Journal is perfect for any writers in your life. Save money on taxes, write off part of your day job’s income! Gifi codes and Use-of expenses explained!

Simply email me through the contact page or here, and tell me which books you want and where to ship them. I’ll send you an invoice which you can pay on Paypal or interac transfer. Then they get mailed. Easy-peasy.

If you run out of time waiting for your paycheck to appear, no worries, I can probably bribe Hubby Dearest with something kinky involving chocolate to mail things until he joins me on Dec 21st.  But I may need an unspecified favour later, like my fave hero, Lucifer Morningstar. (Isn’t Tom Ellis hot?)

Chronic pain and comfort food

So, yesterday was not a good day. My butt cheeks still hurt from planting garlic. Who knew that crouching that long was such a workout? The 90km/hr winds (55 m/hr US) tore up the storage tent we had put up exactly 30 hours previously. And it was cold and rainy all bleeding day!

So my hip and head were hurting as well as my butt. LOL, the minions have totally ruined me for the word butt. I can’t even say butt roast anymore without giggling like a 12 yr old.

And my spayed cat is acting like she’s in heat. Murbling and purring, wanting her butt (hee hee, butt) scratched, and offering her tummy for tickles. Do NOT tickle the tummy, it’s a trap!

Thank gods for my instant pot!  I tossed in frozen chicken, some frozen veggies and broth and an envelope of GF gravy mix.  Instant (well (40 min total) chicken stew.  Comfort food for a blustery day. I added GF dumplings but they didn’t work. They were more like spaetzle than dumplings. I shall try again! I shall not be denied my chicken and dumplings!  It was probably my fault, I didn’t time them. And science is much more important when everything is GF.

In the meantime, I’m still trying to get my store up and running. Does it work yet? Who knows? I can’t tell from this end anymore.  Between my awesome little Cannabis oil capsules that look like vitamin D, and the headache from the low-pressure system….

And tomorrow is Nano!!!!!  I need some encouraging words.

 

Nano and estores

Mechanicsville fans will be happy to know that I am writing draft 1 of book 3 (title to be determined) during Nanowrimo.  Yes, by Nov 30th I will have 50,000 words of a terrible first draft to be polished into the further adventures of Samantha, Ashley and Faraj.

So an edited version will be for sale this spring!  Yay!  And as usual, I will be running a fundraiser for literary charities through Nanowrimo.org.  Anyone who donates $20 or more can get a character or something named after them. A hero? A villain? An office building?  Your choice!

 

Also, I have been upgrading/ figuring out the estore on my website. I hope it works. I hope my SSL is added right. I hope I know what I’m doing.

And an amusing tale to send you off into the dreary, wet day…

I planted my garlic for next year, 100 cloves in nice, sorta-tidy rows.  Of course, I buried them in the dirt after the photo. Otherwise, it would have been a pretty boring shot.

The funny part is how much my bum hurt the next day. Seriously, I could hardly walk. But my back didn’t hurt at all. Not a bit. Yay for pain management.  Even today, I’m hobbling around because it hurts every time I flex my butt cheek. Do you have any idea how often you do that?  LOL

Life happens

Sometimes it happens a lot. Explodes kinda.

I recently found out I’m becoming a godmother! I’ll try to be the nice one, not the one who curses the whole castle.  No promises.  🙂

We’ve been to 2 out of 3 baby showers, being the first grandchild in both the mom and pop-to-be’s families, everybody wanted to celebrate. I made a quilt! (my computer is being a poopy-head so I can’t upload a photo of it.)

I’m also taking a local herbalism course so that if someone is unwise enough to follow the suggestions of my totally invented healer in my totally made up world, they don’t poison themselves.  Plus it’s fascinating!

And I finally got into the pain clinic at Ottawa General. This means four weeks of 830-2pm sessions. I’m usually wrecked for 3 days after being in town for 1 day. This will be interesting. The doctor in charge says that she wants to see me on a bad day. Oh you will, honey, you will. By say… Wednesday of the first week.

Plus I’m trying to write 2000 words a day over 3 stories I’m currently working on. Harder than it should be. Like pulling teeth some days. Hen’s teeth.

I’m trying to finish 2 books that I’ve promised to review/ beta read. And many other things which I am too busy to think about.

But it’s summer!  Nothing else really matters.

I could be famous!

Right now I’m reading Val McDermid’s article on her writing routine.

She gets up at 9am, starts working by 11. This is me! I get up around 830am, drag my bones out to get dressed, have a coffee, and am at the computer by 10. I then do email and blogs for a while, just like her. I also have music playing, though mostly SJ Tucker and Heather Dale for the fantasy feel. Maybe I should find some fantasy instrumentals?
Our routines are so much alike that I cannot help but become famous.  LOL  I wish.

Instead I fight my way through the pain to scrape together 1000-2000 words a day while watching others post 1000 words an hour. Of course, they’re on their 20th novel and can type. I’m not hunt and peck, but I have to be watching the keyboard.
I do research when the words won’t come and some days I’m more proud of 500 words on a bad day than I am of 2k on a good day. Some days the pain is a monster that won’t let me sleep, walk, stand or sit.
Those days, a bit of research into herbal medicines of the middle ages, or reading a how to plan better-write faster book is still work, and good for my “work-at-any-cost” protestant upbringing.
My dad worked 15 years for the Provincial government, and took not a single sick day. Not one.  Of course that was when Nyquil was the “get-some-rest-so-you-feel-better-and-can-get-back-to-work” medicine.  Now it’s “get-some-rest-so-you-feel-better-and-stay-home-and-not-give-everyone-the-plague” medicine.
It’s not the same thing with chronic pain, but the drive is the same. I feel terrible when I take a day off. I read somewhere that you should read a book on “how-to” and a couple of good novels in your genre every month.

So, I’m off to try to type my 500 words, then going in town for a baby shower gift for a dear friend, and to see my foster son in a musical.
Life is not only good, it’s amazing!

Belated Mother’s Day and other mistakes I make

Happy Mother’s Day, mom… a little late.  In my defence, I did remember on the day, and the day after, I just couldn’t get through on the phone, or you were out.  Then my jerk brain said “Great, reminded you twice. My job here is done! And I forgot.
I really should have remembered, the 14th was also her wedding anniversary, I’m a bad daughter. But we are hoping to fly her up for a visit in the fall, when I’ll have time to just enjoy her company, so I’m not terrible. Much.

In the meantime; I have a contract coming from a traditional (sorta) publisher for a cookbook. I’ll explain more once I’m allowed to talk about it.  I just received word that another short story sold, and with only one round of edits!
I’ve been in a lot of pain with the rainy month we’ve had and have just been accepted to a month-long thing at the pain clinic. It is multi-faceted, including meditation, mindfulness, exercises, stretching, physio, coping strategies, etc. No painkillers or surgeries, so… yay!

I’m also busy with trying to purge my house. I’ve reached my tolerance limit on clutter and dust-collectors. So we’re sorting and giving away things. It’s hard, but necessary for my peace of mind.
I’ve recently seen articles that show a correlation between stress, insomnia and weight gain with clutter and mess. Since we’re both trying to lose weight, dearest Hubby and I are working on emptying the house. It’s also proving to us that a lot of our treasured things deserve more space on the shelves.
Instead of a pile of Blue Mountain pottery, I want to be able to display it. Same with my weird medieval-gothic-gypsy-vampire things, they’re so cool. People should be able to see them and be impressed. Or befuddled. I’ll accept either.

I’m also making a baby quilt for a dear friend who’s expecting her first child in July. My fingers remember how to quilt! It’s much easier than I remember, maybe when this one’s done I should pull out my rainbow in shadow quilt and finish it.

So, that’s it for today, must get back to things. And tea… much more tea!

Hawaii and weddings

In four days my dear hubby and I head to Hawaii for a nephew’s wedding. It will be only the second time we’ve travelled as a couple (we met in 1998!) that wasn’t to a family member’s house or a writing conference.

The first was a cruise with my mom for her 70th birthday in 2005. I LOVE Puerto Rico.  We must go back for longer than the 12 hours the cruise ship gave us. The food was unbelievably good, We got the ship’s recommended guide to take us where he eats.  So yummy!

This time, Hubby’s whole fam-damily is headed to Maui for a sunset cruise, a luau with fire-dancing, all you can drink pina coladas (and I can drink a LOT of those) and a beach wedding.

I expect to post more often from Hawaii than I do normally because … reasons.

I’m finished the 1st draft that was due April 1st and sent it off already.
Most everything in Maui is on sand and I can only walk so far on that without severe pain. So, quiet evenings by a campfire (if allowed) with my laptop will be prime blogging time.
Photos! There will be so many photos!
And we have to check in to make sure the babysitter remembers to shoot my cat.

My Mom’s wedding!

So, it’s been long two weeks.  Maybe a long month, I’ve lost track.

I went to New Brunswick on May 8th to help my mom with the last preparations for her wedding, meeting her groom for the first time. Eh, he’s OK, better treat her right, I know what he looks like now.

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This is the first kiss!

He seems to be a little selfish, but then again he was single for at least 10 years, he may not be used to thinking of other people. My sweetie showed him how a confident man treats women: with respect and spoiling them at the same time.  The size of your manhood is not determined by whether you ask others if they want something when you go out for coffee. Nor is it diminished by doing what she asks you to, especially if you are gluten intolerant and have IBS and she wants you to stop with the fracking donuts!

We fixed up the house, made endless cakes and bought tons of snacks and paper plates. The reception was at Mom’s house. I got to see all her brothers and sisters, some I haven’t seen in over 5 years. It was great.  So was spending time with friends in person instead of just FB messenger.

The long and short of it is that I was exhausted and out of spoons by the time we started home on the 18th. Thank Gods we got to overnight at a friend’s, the 6 hour drive that day was more than enough.

So, that was last week, the weekend included two friends birthday parties. This week was a train wreck.And it’s not over yet.

I had an appointment for an mri on tuesday, arrived at 7am to find that it was booked for 730PM! Unfortunately, all the walking to and from my non-existent appointment made me too sore to hang around for 12 hours or the real appt. Rebooked for June 20th. And time CONFIRMED.

Doctor appointment on Wednesday to followup on a problem. Calendar says 130pm, went on time. WRONG. It had been rescheduled for 9am and I was too tired to check my phone messages on Tuesday. Rebooked for next week.

Went to see dear friends for dinner, started a migraine. Frack!

Home today and my house looks like we were attacked by mad bombers while we were away. But the TV is still here, so it’s our mess. I put African chicken in the 4l crock, and hambones and water into the 15l one. Then started trying to clean up.

Ever had one of those days where you can’t do A until B is done, can’t finish B until C is done and can’t do C until A is done? Yeah, that. I want chocolate and a nap.

And the house is still a disaster.  I’m supposed to go to my writers assoc meeting tonight and pay my dues.  Sigh….