wow. I’m having such fun in the chat for Nano this year. I am struggling to write. It’s taking so much more effort, and my typos because of my arm, gee wiz.
But, I’m happy, short one, tired now lol…
Thanks to the American peeps too who dropped into our chat to take part in word wars, that was the best ever. 🙂 You guys can really type quick.
Night all.
D x x
Hey everyone.
I think we all get the holiday blues. So being back from Devon was the same for me. As I am off work with my arm being busted the initial build up to going away (seeing as we skint) wasn’t good. And neither was having little cash to do the things we really wanted, but it was nice to be somewhere different.
Being back home though is pretty depressing, and I’ve suffered this last week more than anything. It’s been evident too, when people ask you ‘you’ve been quiet what’s up’ that normally notice the bubbly person you are.
So some positive things did happen though. I’ve rung work to see about having a chat to them, return to work interview. And I’m hopeful. I guess we’ll see what they say about things then. Can’t worry over it too much.
Money has been alright by the end of the month all bills were paid, and we’ve still been able to buy some of the things we’ve wanted too. Thankfully Paul did go full time when he did, or his part time wages would not have covered anything, but we’ve actually had an okay month on the whole.
Yesterday was the first day of nanowrimo. Last year I went into it on a wing and a prayer, this year I’ve had 7 weeks to think about a plot etc, but have been wondering if my arm could hold up to the task of actually sitting down to write. Well the answer to that is ‘nope’. I did write 4386 words yesterday (with the excellent group in our regional chat room doing 15 min word sprints) but I’m in a lot of pain this morning. Very stiff and sleep last night wasn’t that great either.
I’m kinda hoping it’s just because I’m not used to it. And that I need to get used to it, it’s good excersise. But I don’t know. It’s just so damned frustrating. There are still things I just can’t do and it upsets me.
I know cleaning my house is really doing my head in, I can’t do some of the things I want to there, because there is no strength to it. And physio only wants me to work on that from next time if my arm improves. I cannot express how upsetting this whole thing has been on my physical self and emotional one.
The worst thing I’m terrified of falling over again, and scared to actually go out and do things.
😦
But day two of nano is upon me, something that will at least distract me.
Speak soon everyone. And good luck with your word counts.
Dawn x x
I can say the pain is a tad bit easier. Although it’s pretty sore first thing in the morning and worst at night.
Lying awake staring at the ceiling listening to traffic go past isn’t much fun.
But I am getting more movement in my wrist. Not too sure if there was initial damage there. Something I’ll have to ask the fracture clinic, as I’ve noticed more and more pain in my lower wrist where it struck the floor. Turning my arm upwards is pretty much still impossible. I get this cracking pop and it hurts, so I’m only doing so many in the day.
For me, personal things are the worst. Still can’t put on underware. I’m in hubby’s T-shirts as they’re easier to get on, and bathing… sheesh not a chance. Can get in the bath, but not out. I’m like a decrepid old woman. And I feel it too.
I don’t mind showers, but when you’re feeling crappy it’s nice to have a bath. Not at present.
I’m finding it difficult in the ‘hobby’ side of things too. Not being able to write/edit as much as I’d like has to be a writers worst nightmare. Normally if I can’t write, I do something else creative. But my ‘other’ hobbies are out the window too.
Normally I can cross stitch for hours, and have been putting some things for a charity I support.
http://www.parrot-rescue.org.uk/portalid/0/Home/tabid/36/Default.aspx
Here are a couple of pictures of my stitching for them. In the hopes it will help raise funds to keep unwanted/abused birds in the veterinary treatment they need.
Unfinished but hope it will make a nice pin cushion 🙂 When I can stitch again.
Just frustrating when you can’t do anything !!
Uggghhh, here’s my lil Bobby though, he’s been great company while I’ve been home. Getting cheekier by the day though. At present I’m trying to get him used to being touched. Sometimes I get to feel his tail and place my finger on his back, but he’s not keen and flies away. I am starting to be able to get near his beak without him biting. Although this morning proved he still has the upper hand when instead of going for the treat, he bit my finger instead, sometimes cranky when he first wakes up.
His ‘Black Ring’ is showing really well now. He’s a beautiful boy, and he defo knows it too. 🙂
This has taken me all morning to put together, so I’d better wrap it up.
I’ve been plotting for Nanowrimo. Although not too sure I’ll take part this year. I’ve still TSK – The Beginning to finish, without starting the next, lol
Catch you soon. Hope you have a wonderful week.
Dawn
So the weekend was mostly spent in bed. Recuperating. Although I am still feeling a little full of cold. I do feel much better.
Wish I could take some time off work to really re-charge. But seems that they’re so snowed under they can’t. And they’ve still not advertised for the new position promised. That would help out their work/holiday load for sure. You can’t have 14 people working for you and only one person available to cover. The sums just don’t add up. When we all get 3 weeks holiday. And no one really wants to take them in the dead of winter now do they so out of the 52 weeks. Most really want there hols in the summer…
Oh well.
In other news. Treated the Koi again yesterday. Was a bit hairy towards the end. They started to sulk around the surface so I neutralized it this time and changed some water.
Couple of lunkers. The chemical reaction from the HP is quite strong. And they don’t like this as much as being treated with the PP.
Poor fish.
Will have to leave them for a week or so and see how they’re doing.
Writing wise. Finally got back into it yesterday. It is good to take some time off but hard to get back into the zone.
I am raring to get going some more though. Easter hols soon. This year it comes early at the end of the month. So looking forward to it. I’m physically and mentally exhausted. 😦 and I know that is why I get sick easily. Plus the ED never helped lower immune system.
Fingers crossed that this month starts to pick up. Mortgage adviser should get back to us with some info. And I’m hopeful for our future.
Fingers crossed for me everyone.
I wanted to share today how working with E.J changed my first page.
E.J asked me why I started my story there. My answer… because it ‘seemed’ the best place. It might change again yet. 🙂
Apparently I ‘Tell’ very well, but I don’t ‘Show’ enough. I can’t totally blame my lack of schooling for this, because I’ve read and read ‘how’ to books and been to college. But things sometimes don’t click with me.
This is what I had first written. (teaser alert) lol
——————————— Extract from The Secret King – The Beginning – Chapter One – Evacuation
Kendro eased himself into his favourite chair. It creaked just as it always did and he wished he could take it with him. His office, empty, didn’t resemble home anymore. Sadness washed over him. It was over and they had to leave everything but their prized possessions behind.
The handmade wooden desk before him had been in his family for generations and he ran his hand along its surface until he found a tiny dent. He frowned and remembered the day he’d made that hole. The day Admiral Broki confirmed the fate of their Sun and he’d dropped a hot steaming mug of tea over everything. Now apart from the desk and set of chairs nothing else cluttered the room. All his belongings had been moved to the mother-ship. The furniture here deemed unimportant. Although why he’d deemed it unimportant shook him. These objects were a part of his history.
Resting his head in his arms, he closed his eyes just for a brief moment of thought. Were they going to survive the incredible journey ahead? Could they leave their solar system and their enemy the Zefron far behind them? He hoped so, or they wouldn’t have a future at all. His breathing slowed and he had to shake himself, to keep awake. He had to be strong enough to fight it off, at least for another twelve hours or so. He hadn’t had any sleep at all since the day he ordered the evacuation to begin, and he had started to feel the strain of being constantly awake. Sleep beckoned to him, but he fought it once again.
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With some work, this is what we ended up with. E.J helped me to understand the difference. And I know why I tend to tell instead of show. In script writing it is drummed into us to get rid of any words ending with an ‘ing’… In novel writing I need to learn to embrace them.
——————————— NEW extract from The Secret King – The Beginning – Chapter One – Evacuation
Kendro eased himself into his favourite chair for the last time. Its joints creaked just as they always did; yet some things had to be sacrificed. His office, empty, didn’t resemble home anymore. Sadness washed over him. Life here was over. They must leave everything behind, even prized possessions.
The handmade wooden desk sprawled before him; in his family for generations, the history it must have witnessed. He ran his hand along its surface until he found the tiny dent. Remembering the day he’d made that hole, a year ago. The day Admiral Broki confirmed the fate of their Sun. Kendro’d dropped a hot mug of tea over everything. The electronics of the huge desk sparked and crackled, a preview of the fate of the planet once the sun fed on itself; nothing would survive.
Now apart from the desk and set of chairs nothing else cluttered the room. All his belongings had been moved to the mother-ship. The furniture here deemed unimportant. Although why he’d deemed them unimportant shook him. These objects were a part of his history.
Resting his head in his arms, Kendro closed his eyes for just a brief moment of thought. His people must survive this incredible journey ahead. Could they leave their solar system and their enemy the Zefron far behind them? He hoped so, or they wouldn’t have a future at all.
His breathing slowed and he shook himself, to keep awake. He had to be strong enough to fight, to remain functional for at least another twelve hours. Awake for three days now, no sleep at all since he ordered the evacuation, Kendo felt the strain of being conscious too long. Sleep beckoned, but he fought it once again.
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The difference is quite amazing isn’t it?
I’ve had fin this weekend. Researching and learning, and more importantly for me, trying to implement the lessons I learned with E.J.
I gave it my best shot and although I’m not comfortable just yet with the ‘ing’ words, I can see and feel why they make things better.
This might take me a little longer than I first planned. But, I will get there. 🙂
I wanted to ‘show’ you all what the difference working with someone makes to your work. And at present, I am thrilled to be working with someone who is patient, professional and brilliant.
Huge thanks to E.J 🙂 Please check her out…. http://ejrunyon.wordpress.com/ but don’t all try and nab her at once…. lol
Happy writing all.
Dawn 🙂 x
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