Oh, how I miss those old college days of nonstop writing and only breaking long enough for dinners of corn dogs and doritos, all while ignoring homework.
Some days I could sit here forever and pump out words like it's no one's business.
I love being a writer :)
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
I Disappeared Again
Sometimes I neglect this blog for long stretches. While this is normal for me, my latest break was quite incidental. Last Thursday, I took my horse out for a ride and got thrown for the second time this month. Unfortunately, this fall was worse than the first. I actually went to the ER because of it.
This was my second time visiting an ER after I fell from a tree as a late teenager. I really can't remember much. Only patches and a few words. I know the EMT that brought me there was really nice. He joked about the farm and how we lived in the middle of nowhere. Once there, they did some physical tests and took x-rays. After that I went and crashed in my room for a while as I awaited results.
Turned out I had partially collapsed my left lung and banged up my left side pretty bad. They sent me home with my sis and a prescription. From there, everything is patchy. I spent the last 5 days sleeping, aching, crying, and hobbling. I can't remember anything.
I'm getting better but the meds I'm on are taking a lot of my memory away so each day is a collection of random memories and thoughts. And lots of crying. LOTS.
I'm an emotional wreck when injured. I cry at anything, which only causes more pain to an already stressed lung and achy body.
Hopefully, the next few days won't be as bad and I can cut back on my medicine. I won't be able to work on the farm for quite a while but I'm hoping to get well enough where I can at least do easy, lightweight things.
Until then, I feel increasingly needy for my family and spending quiet time with those I love. And tired. Very tired. So now I'm off to sleep off my wounds and pray that my body will recover soon enough.
This was my second time visiting an ER after I fell from a tree as a late teenager. I really can't remember much. Only patches and a few words. I know the EMT that brought me there was really nice. He joked about the farm and how we lived in the middle of nowhere. Once there, they did some physical tests and took x-rays. After that I went and crashed in my room for a while as I awaited results.
Turned out I had partially collapsed my left lung and banged up my left side pretty bad. They sent me home with my sis and a prescription. From there, everything is patchy. I spent the last 5 days sleeping, aching, crying, and hobbling. I can't remember anything.
I'm getting better but the meds I'm on are taking a lot of my memory away so each day is a collection of random memories and thoughts. And lots of crying. LOTS.
I'm an emotional wreck when injured. I cry at anything, which only causes more pain to an already stressed lung and achy body.
Hopefully, the next few days won't be as bad and I can cut back on my medicine. I won't be able to work on the farm for quite a while but I'm hoping to get well enough where I can at least do easy, lightweight things.
Until then, I feel increasingly needy for my family and spending quiet time with those I love. And tired. Very tired. So now I'm off to sleep off my wounds and pray that my body will recover soon enough.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
The Beginning of Book 4 Posts
I finished editing Book 3 a couple days ago and have officially moved on to Book 4. Well, in all honestly, I moved on to planning but that's close enough to count, right?
I already went through the original Book 4 and picked out what I wanted to keep from it. It looks like 10% might make it through the rewrite. It's going to be a fun book to write. Each of my books have a theme (1-Winter, 2-Desert, 3-Jungle, 4-Country, 5-Ocean, 6-TBD) and this book's theme is countryside, farming, etc.
The biggest downside with the original Book 4 was that it had no true main plot. It mainly relied upon a dozen sub-plots that eventually came together in a real shaky climax. That isn't cutting it in the second edition so now I'm off to find me some sort of main plot that can work for this book. I have a vague idea and when I say vague, I mean I have no main event or outcome (makes tons of sense, huh?).
What I do know is that I want readers to ask this question in the end. If Roan had known about BBG's (big bad guy) plan in the beginning, would he have done anything to stop him?
I'm not really sure where this question will lead the plot but considering we are officially through the series it can probably be safely assumed that it won't be pretty for either Roan or BBG.
I already went through the original Book 4 and picked out what I wanted to keep from it. It looks like 10% might make it through the rewrite. It's going to be a fun book to write. Each of my books have a theme (1-Winter, 2-Desert, 3-Jungle, 4-Country, 5-Ocean, 6-TBD) and this book's theme is countryside, farming, etc.
The biggest downside with the original Book 4 was that it had no true main plot. It mainly relied upon a dozen sub-plots that eventually came together in a real shaky climax. That isn't cutting it in the second edition so now I'm off to find me some sort of main plot that can work for this book. I have a vague idea and when I say vague, I mean I have no main event or outcome (makes tons of sense, huh?).
What I do know is that I want readers to ask this question in the end. If Roan had known about BBG's (big bad guy) plan in the beginning, would he have done anything to stop him?
I'm not really sure where this question will lead the plot but considering we are officially through the series it can probably be safely assumed that it won't be pretty for either Roan or BBG.
Friday, May 11, 2012
Back in the Saddle- Literally
Well, today was the first day I've gotten on Casper and not immediately jumped off since our incident over a week ago. My sis held him and kept him calm while I got in the saddle. We decided to stand still for a good 10-15 minutes before making a few rounds through the corral. After that, it was back to standing still.
My bum is still exceptionally sore and there's a real pretty bruise on it. The tenderness is still there in my leg, knee, and ribs but that's healing after so much time. I'm pretty sure he broke my toe though. I can't even bend it.
But the important thing is we are getting back to riding. Every day we lunge and after a few more days, I hope to take him out alone again. I missed being in his saddle and I like to think he misses exploring the neighborhood. We just need to build up a trust in each other. He needs to realize that I won't be slapping him and shouting while I need to realize that he won't buck me off if I listen to what he wants. Until we make it back to how we were before, we'll be doing a lot of trust-building techniques in the next few days. Here's to hoping the future week hold more healing for us, both physically and emotionally.
My bum is still exceptionally sore and there's a real pretty bruise on it. The tenderness is still there in my leg, knee, and ribs but that's healing after so much time. I'm pretty sure he broke my toe though. I can't even bend it.
But the important thing is we are getting back to riding. Every day we lunge and after a few more days, I hope to take him out alone again. I missed being in his saddle and I like to think he misses exploring the neighborhood. We just need to build up a trust in each other. He needs to realize that I won't be slapping him and shouting while I need to realize that he won't buck me off if I listen to what he wants. Until we make it back to how we were before, we'll be doing a lot of trust-building techniques in the next few days. Here's to hoping the future week hold more healing for us, both physically and emotionally.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
My Old Home
I know this sounds like a broken record but today I definitely miss Anderson. It was my favorite home and my most despised home but it was my home. While some days it's just a fleeting thought in my head, a brief recollection of a time long forgotten, other days it's a festering wound. It's raw and unhealed.
Today is one of those days.
I just want to go back.
The worse part is sometimes I don't think those around me realize how much I really, really miss it.
The reality is I don't just miss it. I long for it.
Today is one of those days.
I just want to go back.
The worse part is sometimes I don't think those around me realize how much I really, really miss it.
The reality is I don't just miss it. I long for it.
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