|A Round of Words in 80 Days|
Round 2 2013
The writing challenge that
knows you have a life
These check-in posts will contain any commentary I have about encounters with the goals since the previous check-in and any relevant links.
Below the commentary is my current reading list for the READ CRAFT goal.
Last round I finished the edit for Blow Me A Candy Kiss, the short story I'm planning to use as the experiment in self publishing. This was on my original Goals when I first joined ROW80 last April. It is now ready for beta readers. Anyone interested can say so in a comment or email me at the email in the sidebar. A link to an earlier draft can be found in the ROW80 Goals page linked under the spreadsheet below.
Lost some Ys in FREEWRITE and READ CRAFT and FICTION FILES and also have yet to get any word count for Camp NaNo as the last two weeks has been about the trip down to Phoenix OR after more of my stuff last weekend--trip prep, then the trip, three days of packing boxes and the trip back and a day of rearranging stuff to accommodate more stuff. Then a day of arranging the boxes of more stuff. Then a day of unpacking half of those boxes and arranging the stuff. Two things did not suffer at all and got more than double their due: MOVE and DAYDREAM STORY. The first with all the packing and cleaning at both houses as well as many mini-tramp sessions at both houses. The second while crocheting on the road and during the slow wake up over coffee each morning..
He had surgery yesterday
The bulk of what came back this time was books, papers, crafts and clothes. Books being the greater part with 8 boxes of them alone.
Friday I'd finally made room for the 22 boxes in the van to come inside and then spent an hour or two arranging them so there was still room for the mini-tramp and a path to my desk. That whole adventure was presented in a photo essay in Friday's post.
|My reading and crafting corner|
|To right of my desk|
The conditions required, besides finding another place to live, are that either Ed finds another job that provides medical for both of us or we wait for me to get back on disability so that my medical is covered. If the later then the combined income from my disability and his job must cover living expenses. My goal is to find a way to add to that with income from my writing.
Besides all the work on the two rooms and unpacking I did today, I also spent nearly two full hours on the mini-tramp listening to and adding to a YouTube playlist I started creating for working out to a couple days ago that has now topped 170. It is 90% love songs from the 70s and 80s. The years of mine and Ed's courtship and early marriage.
And it seems to have paid dividends in creative inspiration too as I found myself making up song lyrics in my head to a weird hybrid of two songs I couldn't get out of my head. I posted my lyrics along with vids of the two songs on Sunday
Since saying goodbye again last Tuesday it has been especially hard for Ed and I because he has been without Internet at home so we have been unable to keep up the emails, chats and the Skype that we had just started doing the week before I went down there. He has to walk a mile to the library on one of the three days it is opened or catch a bus to one of the other branches that are open. But Sunday there is no bus and Friday there are no branches open. But he can still use the WIFI sitting outside the closed library. If it isn't raining. And then we're limited to his battery life.
I've been grateful for the distraction provided by the work involved in unpacking and organizing my stuff with an eye on my goals. Now that is mostly done I will need to find other distractions--reading, writing, crafting, music and workouts are definite candidates
My hope for getting back on the regimen after calling the organizing 'good enough' Saturday night were dashed when I woke Sunday feeling icky. Low energy, sore skin, achy all over. I lazed about on Sunday. My tramp work was minimal--shuffle sway without lifting feet. I read a novel. I moped. I wrote Ed long emails he wouldn't get until late Monday. I listened to more sappy love songs, adding them to workout playlist without working out. And I wrote my own sappy love song lyrics.
Monday the icky feeling was worse and I began to fear I was coming down with something. Plus I was anxious all day about our Merlin being in surgery 500 miles away. A phone call from Ed at 5pm put my mind at ease and gave me a few minutes of bittersweet happy just listening to his voice as he gave me the rundown and described Merlin's wobbly attempt to follow him about the house after he got him home. Our conversation had to be short as he didn't want to leave Mers home alone for long.
I was also on duty with Mom Monday as my sister was out of town for an appointment so I made and served dinner. I did even less on the tramp than on Sunday and could not listen to music as could not have headphones on while on duty. Did not read or crochet or write except for post about Merlin's surgery and more long emails to Ed that he wouldn't see until this afternoon. It was a long mopey day.
Thinking it was sleep deprivation driving the bad feeling I made myself prioritize sleep and take night meds early Sunday night and again Monday night. Meaning I took them before 2am on Monday Morning and before 3am on Tuesday morning Then slept until 2pm Monday afternoon but woke feeling no better really plus now had a brain made of dark fog that did not start to clear until after midnight just an hour before I needed to start thinking about taking the meds again. Today I slept until almost 11am. The brain fog was back but not nearly as strong.
This issue with my brain not coming back online for up to twelve hours after I've slept longer than six hours has played a role in my sleep issues. Often the insomnia is truly involuntary but just as often I'm opting for those 24, 36 and upwards straight hours because I can't bear to let go of the creativity, productivity and the me that I know and like because I can't depend on getting them back again.
The mystery of the icky sore skin and achy all over feeling may have been solved today while Ed and I chatted for two hours via gmail. As I described it to him I remembered that this is what happens every time I start working out on the tramp or increase level of workouts. That's because it stimulates the lymphatic system and starts moving toxins out of the fat cells towards the kidneys and sweat glands. The solution is twofold--drink lots of fluid and don't stop moving. I started increasing my water intake immediately and right after our chat ended I got back on the tramp for over an hour and made sure to take it to vigorous for five minutes three different times. I'm feeling some better already.
When I finally found them there was no easy explanation. They were two yards away from where I'd been using them last on the floor under the card table in a narrow space between two boxes. I'm nearly positive it was Bradley the family cat as it wasn't the first time he picked them up and carried them off.
Bradley has been a pill as I rearrange the two rooms. He mountain climbs the stuff. He picks up small things and carries them off. He sits on top of the very thing I need to pick up. I do hope that when we bring Merlin back next trip the two of them can entertain each other.
The evolution of the writing and workout room:
|2nd Workstation and |
Indoor Workout Space
The time best suited was the hours immediately after Mom heads to bed. The space was trickier. But the best bet was somewhere in the room that had once been Mom's office and had become a storage room. So I rearranged some boxes and created a desk in a cubby behind the stairwell. I was even able to set up the mini-tramp in there. Tho I had to walk across it to get to my desk, I liked having it there until I fell twice inside a week.
Sunday I set my mind to being careful but after the second fall the following Friday I realized careful would not cut it. Not indefinitely. Not for someone visually impaired and with such a history of scattered thought and impulsive movement.
After a third incident--a close call--my sister set the tramp on end. But as I feared it seldom got set down for use after that. I kept wanting to find the time and energy to rearrange the stuff again to make room for the tramp and a path to my desk. That became one of the goals today as I worked to make room for the stuff coming in from the van.
In those last minutes as she was getting in bed I was rushing around in there trying to get the bed cleared off so the light could go out for her and I bent down to move a bag by my feet forgetting about the change in location of a bookshelf and I smacked my face on the edge of the shelf across the frame of my glasses jamming them against the bridge of my nose. I had a massive headache for several minutes and had to put an ice pack on it for awhile. It also broke skin and raised a welt and I'm hoping I don't wake with two black eyes tomorrow.
I will have more pics of both work stations next check-in. and hopefully have all the Ys back on the spreadsheet.
My Brain on Story
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The Storyteller's Spouse is also an exploration of story itself and features a married couple the female lead being a novelist and her husband a raconteur with a rep for tall tales, fish stories and war stories and life of the party yarns. Neither of them have an especially good grip on reality so their POV scenes are exercises in unreliable narrator.
Synopsis: Lor and Bull Teller, married for over two decades, are about to discover the power of story to either create or destroy when a disturbing accusation lands tall-tale-teller Bull in jail where suddenly he has nothing to say just as Lor, author of evangelical children's stories witnesses something that tangles and then snaps the tether of her faith leaving her afloat on a sea of mystery which often feels like insanity.
Hooked: Write Fiction That Grabs Readers at Page One and Never Lets Go by Les Edgerton
Write Good or Die! edited by Scott Nicholson (a collection of essays by inde authors. many of them self-published)
The Act of Creation by Arthur Koestler
What Matters in Jane Austen? by John Muller Net Galley a NF that purports to answer many puzzles in the Austen novels. Since this discusses writing and techniques of fiction
Trust the Process: An Artist's Guide to Letting Go by Shaun McNiff In late February I lifted the strikethru I put on this the week I left home in January as I brought it back with me on the 22nd.
Jung and the Tarot: An Archetypal Journey by Sallie Nichols Since I'm reading this for an understanding of character type and the language of symbol understood by our unconscious as well as research for a character who is a Tarot reader
13 Ways of Looking at a Novel by Jane Smiley This was one of the 24 items I checked out of the Longview library on my sister's card last January and has been the one I've spent the most time with ever since. Friday's post was a quote post for this one.
The Exegesis of Philip K. Dick. Found this while spelunking the stacks looking for the Smiley book. Who knew. Dick was a mystic. I've only read one of his novels and a few short stories but now I've got to try to find and read everything!
Mystery and Manners by Flannery O'Connor This is a reread for me and has had significant impact on the development of my storyworld in the early months of its inception. My Friday post was about my current encounter with it after checking it out of the Longview library again for the first time in over a decade.
The Right to Write by Julia Cameron. Also a Longview library book.
The Fiction Writer's Handbook by Shelly Lowenkopf Review for blog tour Haven't finished it yet tho so it will remain in the list.
A Cheap and Easy Guide to Self-publishing eBooks by Tom Hua read this online
Imagine: How Creativity Works by Jonah Leher
The Power of Habit by Charles Duhigg Just finished this last fall and wrote an overview of it for that check-in along with my musings on how to apply what I learned.. This is where I've been getting the most help with learning how to recognize a habit, determine if it is desirable and if so maximize it but if not change it.