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!

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….