As a new writer, I’m learning that this shit ain’t so easy lol You have an idea, you want to write it out, you think it would be good – you’d read it. But then you sit down and you start to write and they hit you, the questions: Who, what, when, where, why, and for God’s sake HOW!
I can’t tell you how many times in my short amount of writing time I’ve asked myself these stupid annoying little questions. It really does amaze me how genuine authors do it. I think back to the books I’ve read, the weaving and the twisting, and find myself thinking…nothing. Why? Well, what can I say, I’m in shock at their ability to do it so well 🙂
The more questions I ask, the more answers I get that only lead to more questions – Would he do that or would she? Should she meet him here or there? He wouldn’t say that would he? Couldn’t that wait till later? How the hell am I going to get her there, and why is there cheese!
There is however a good side to all these pesky questions. Little by little, I’m getting to know the voices that live in my head and talk to me through out the day. As I listen to their answers, telling me what they would do, where they would go, and how they would get there, I’m learning the ins and outs of their personalities, qualities, and mannerisms that I hope to someday show the world by using words on a page.
Well, nothing like getting back into the groove of things with bad news…
Took Puss to the vet last week, his lymph notes were getting a little large again. They checked him out, took some blood and said that while his white count was down he may have caught a cold, or have allergies. But if that wasn’t it, there was another option: Rescue Therapy. Basically that means we start treatments all over – once a week. We just got down to once a month.
Well, today was his actual treatment day. The prognosis was not good. As I already noticed, his lymph notes are already bigger than they were last week. They suggested we start the “Rescue Therapy” next week.
I came home, slow tears running down my cheeks. I don’t want to make my dog go though anymore treatments and he may not even respond this time around. So, after much discussion with Michael, though it’s mainly my decision since he’s my dog, we’re going to keep going with the monthly treatments till he’s gone.
They’re giving my boy 2 months at the most. Something inside me says it won’t be that long.
My heart is breaking.
Man! I just start this thing and I’m already behind haha but really where do the weeks go? I work, I read, clean and write and before I know it – BAM! – it’s Friday and I haven’t posted on my blog again. *rolls eyes* ah well, we can’t all be perfect like Miss Mary Poppins 🙂
Time management is lost to me when I’m home. I sit down at my computer and before I know it, it’s 8 o’clock and I have everything still to do and boys to check up on. Did you take your shower yet – No. What do you want for dinner – Um…
How is it that it moves so quickly one minute then so slowly the next? I don’t get this. I can even find myself busy and then shocked at how little time has passed. Or slow and think “wow, really? it’s already 2? but today was so boring.”
Like I said, work is different for me and my time management. I have a job, I get it done before I go home. Nothing is left unfinished but home? There are just so many things I want to do that I can’t fit them all into an evening that consists of 5 hrs at the most, no matter how hard I try. You’d think I’d learn 🙂 but here I am, writing a blog at 10:54 – 4/20 thinking “HEY! It’s still Friday where I live.”
Michael has made suggestion on spreading out housework and still getting my “me” time in, like setting an alarm to go off every hour reminding me to get up, do a few things then come back and set it again. It works really well, when I remember to do it 😛
Anyway, this week’s been filled with squirels and broken wrists. BUT this week I’m posting damn it! even if it’s just randomness from my mad mind.
Hope you all are handling your time well!