It’s been an interesting week. I use a scooter to get around. Last Friday my scooter didn’t want to work. This meant I had to struggle to get into work. I had help. The people in my building are wonderful and willing to give aid.
My husband came and worked on my scooter so I could get out of work without causing more pain. However, the damage was already done. My legs hurt – the scale of 1 to 10 didn’t touch how much my legs hurt. I spent the weekend in the recliner in the hopes my legs would feel better.
Recently I was diagnosed with Vitamin D deficiency. This means I hurt everywhere and I’m tired all the time. I’m on massive doses of Vitamin D for the next month. I guess this is the penalty I get for the sun hating me. I’m also probably going to have to take the vitamin for the rest of my life.
All of this led to a somewhat lazy weekend. Saturday I slept. I slept on and off a lot. Ken and I ran errands. We mailed out the books to the winners of my Goodreads giveaway and did a couple other things. We weren’t gone for more than an hour but by the time I got back, I was done. I curled up on the couch and tried to sleep. Unfortunately, I was unsuccessful because I started sneezing and couldn’t stop. However, by mid afternoon I put my head down and slept.
Sunday I wrote for a while. I’m working on a new novel. I don’t know how I feel about it yet. I like parts of it but I’m always hyper critical until after I’ve done edits. Ken and I watched tv (nothing new there) and I finished the scarf I was working on and a second one. Now I need to work on the skirt I need to get done.
In my head, I’m starting to make a mental list of all the things I want to get done and I’m thinking I need a second me. I’ve discovered something about myself though. I reach a point where I’m doing all these things – writing, crocheting, editing, publishing, family… and so on – and I reach a point where I need to be quiet. Maybe it’s just watching a program and not having my hands busy or maybe it’s curling up with a good book. If I take this time, steal it from all my tasks, I let my brain rest, and come back to the quiet place where all the good things come about. I’ve had a couple of these days where I let everything slip away and allow my mind to wander.
On Memorial day Ken and I watched a western and two war movies. I got ideas for my books. I’ve been watching Criminal Minds. I got more ideas for my books. It almost makes me laugh as I’m curled up not thinking and suddenly something will strike me and my brain snaps into focus of – huh if I used something similar in this book / novel, it would make an interesting story line.
Not plagiarism because I’m not writing a western or even sticking to the same story line. It’s usually line or something small which grabs my attention. Then my imagination grabs hold of it and twists and turns it until it isn’t recognizable as coming from whatever it originally came from.