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What I’m Doing while Confined to Flat Living

(Disclaimer:  I’m sorry for any links I don’t include.  I’m only just getting back to using the computer and the position I’m in makes it hard to use any keyboard keys outside of the main area, i.e. #’s, symbols, ctrl keys, etc.)

And why do I have this disclaimer and where the hell have I been?  The answer to the second question is essentially nowhere. Five weeks ago I was consigned to lying flat all day every day.  I have a herniated disc and both standing and sitting exacerbate the problem…not to mention causing extreme pain.

I’m very pleased to say that the extreme pain has passed, but that only lasts while I continue to lie flat all day every day.  (Getting the idea that I’m heartily sick of this situation?).  But hope springs eternal, usually first thing in the morning, and I hope that I continue to improve until I’m back to normal.

In the meantime, since I wasn’t able to work on the computer, my world has consisted of tv and books.  A lot of books.  I’ve read roughly a book a day, minus the days that were too painful and drugged up for reading and when the book was extra long and took two days.

My reading had been pretty much exclusively in the sci-fi, fantasy, urban fantasy areas.  My favorites have been:

  • Tanya Huffparticularly Enchantment Emporium which just had such a fabulously different premise.  The first five or so pages were off-putting for me given the number of characters introduced and my drug-fuzzed mind, but after getting through that, absolutely fabulous.  Her Valor series were also a great read.  I’ve liked her work in the past and was pleased with how she’s grown as a writer
  • Finally read the Harry Potter series.  Satisfying mostly because I can’t go see the latest movie (can’t sit for more than about 10 min you see).  Interesting to see the progression in writing.  And how the world is such a draw for everyone.  The apparent realness of it living believeably along side our scientific world.
  • Moon Called by Patricia Briggs.  LOVED this book.  I only read it a few days ago, so after reading about two dozen other books.  And it was rather like a breath of fresh air.  Her characters had a realism that was lovely (what I mean by this is that it really felt like as the reader I had stepped into a life that was in full swing, where the history of the characters mattered and not all interactions were brand spanking new).  Nice take on her urban fantasy setup too.
  • Soulless by Gail Carriger oh my god, what a fun fabulous read.  Set in the Victorian era, reading as if it was written then, with a quirky heroine, vampires and werewolves nicely integrated into society, and sporting the power of a properly crafted parasol.

I’ll likely share more of my reading experiences (because there are many) but for now I need to get off the computer.  Time’s up. Alas.



That’s right.  I don’t wanna.

I don’t want to clean my kitchen.

I don’t want to write the next series of words for my story.

I don’t want to do anything but sit, get inebriated and tell life what it can go do with itself.

I don’t feel particularly depressed.  But I do feel squished, too many things, too many deadlines, a lot of random roadblocks and side trips today, and not enough time to get it all done in.  Instead of inspiring me, it has me grumpy and avoidant.

I have written a couple hundred words, and I will write a couple of hundred more before calling it quits for the night.  But oh how I want to call it quits right this very second.

Some days I really hate being an adult.

Dear Life

Dear Life,

I want to take this opportunity to express my dissatisfaction with your management of my daily circumstances.

You see, I had a plan for this month.  A clear plan.  A useful plan.  One that would ensure that things that I consider important (such as my writing) would get worked on.

As I see it, there was no need for you to upset the apple cart, derail the train, or any other such metaphor you would prefer and thereby completely squash any chance I had of writing for many weeks in a row.  Yes, I understand that you are required to throw obstacles in my path, and that these particular obstacles really haven’t been that bad, but would you mind sending a break or two my way? 

Your review and consideration of this matter is greatly appreciated,


Willful Distraction

That feels like it should read “willful destruction”.  Perhaps in a weird way it is.  I am willfully destroying my available time to work on my novel by taking every opportunity for distraction that is offered to me.

How to stop this?

~Will differently.

What if my will is napping over in the corner with Pooh Bear after a lovely round of honey mead?

~Set it up that distractions aren’t easily available.

Such as?

~Close your email program so that the ring of newly arrived email doesn’t invite you to play hooky from the story.

Are you nuts?

~Yes, but that’s not the point.  It really will work.

Maybe–probably–yes…but then I wouldn’t know a new email had arrived!!!

~My dear, that’s rather the point.


~That doesn’t change anything.

I hate reasonable plans.

~You mean you hate having to give up your excuse for avoiding your novel because of your innate fears of success.  Failure, too, but we both know success scares you more.

I really don’t like you right now.

~Hate away, I don’t mind.  Now go turn off your email and get a few more minutes of intense editing in.

I hate it that you’re always right.

~I know.  But you can always take comfort in knowing that I’m you.  Now stop distracting yourself and have fun editing!

That’s a mild contradiction in terms, but fine, I’m going.  But since I’m the one typing this, I get the last word.  So there.  Nanananabooboo.