My goals are all time investment and are detailed on the ROW80 page I keep track of the time invested with a Google Doc spreadsheet linked on the goals page and also in each check-in along with a screenshot of the most recent days.
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.
In spite of the lifequake I've hung on to nearly all my Ys except for FICTION FILES more often than not tho FREEWRITE has taken a hit since I returned to Mom's on the 11th. The fact that I did FREEWRITE the whole time I was in Phoenix but lost the habit again when I got back indicates to me that it is the emails and chats with Ed that are taking the place of FREEWRITE. If I gave myself FREEWRITE credit for those emails I'd definitely have those Ys and I probably should since they are very similar to journaling the only difference being that I edit the emails before I send and to some extent self-edit while writing a little more than when I know I'm the only audience.
After the month long hiatus that ended the last week of May I'd finally got all my Ys back. And I surpassed the first day's JuNoWriMo quota.
And then I zeroed out on wordcount for
three seven eleven fifteen eighteen days. Sigh.
But I kept all the Ys.
Until I didn't.
For the June 11 ckeck-in I had a wall of shame. Three days of all Ns and zero words for first time since I started keeping score on the spreadsheet. I had always hung on to at least DAYDREAM STORY. I'd decided to give myself a day off the sorting project last Sunday but it turned into a day off everything and then a second and then a third and then a forth..
Note: I broke this up into themed sections to make updating easier.
And for the 97th check-in I'm adding a new section directly below the list for the must recent check-ins some of which won't make sense without the context from the other sections but will make it easier for returnees to see only the latest. After a week or two I'll delete the older stuff, preserving any info significant to context in the relevant sections below which I will also continue to edit and pare so it doesn't grow like kudzu.
The Lifequake-- little will make sense without this context
Self Management-- the work most relevant to ROW80 goals
Evolution of the workstations -- efforts to create a vialble place to write
Fiction Files--new for the 92nd check-in due to switching story focus for JuNoWriMo
Read Craft--a new addition to the list for 93rd check-in but alas still no finished books.
June 15 check-in. Two of my posts this week dealt with the very themes I would be addressing here so I'm going to drop the links here:
Lazy Daze why am I still planted like a turnip on the mini-tramp after four days and unable to put action where my mouth is on any of my stated goals and priorities?
Working it Out yet another workstation tweak
June 19 check-in -- again I posted twice this week already on the same themes I cover here so I'm going to drop the links here:
An Experiment in Time -- in which I announce that I'm going to defy my life long identity as a night owl and attempt to switch my hours to early bird as I think I've identified a larger block of time that can be counted on for more privacy, quiet and limited interruption.
A Bedtime Story -- a tale of my foiled attempts to switch hours so far. it is always one thing or another.
after posting that last night fully intending to be in bed within an hour or two I was contacted on fb by a cousin who lives in Tennessee I haven't seen or communicated with for years and we chatted until after 11pm. She is the daughter of my Mom's twin and also suffers with the retinitis pigmentosa like her mom, my mom and myself and she's heartbroken over the recent discovery that her sister has stage four inoperable breast cancer already riddling her bones. This was what took her mother from us. So obviously I could not brush her off with a brief surface only chat.
This morning I had the field vision test to determine how much of my peripheral vision I have left and judging from how few times I was able to click the button upon seeing a flash of light while I stared at a bright dot in the center, I've got very little. I only saw one flash near the center in my left eye. There were several on the right but I didn't think to count. I won't know the official report until Friday when the doctor calls. I only saw the technician who administered the test today.
I knew it was getting bad but I don't think I REALLY knew
how bad and I'm more than a bit flustered. I think I was able to be sanguine about it as long as it hadn't started threatening what I love to do--read, write, crochet and watch movies. But my left eye is already nearly useless for most of that, needing size 20 font and then having to decipher words syllable by syllable. I close it when I'm doing close work and let my right eye have at it which can still read size 12 font and take in about 5 letters at a time which slows me but doesn't stop me. But who knows how much longer before my right eye goes the same way?.
I helped my Mom switch her winter wardrobe for summer in her drawers and closet today and was given a serious object lesson in what I'm in for. The time is coming when I won't be able to identify by sight alone items of clothing I've owned and loved for decades.
I think I've been in denial because I've never really put much effort into picturing my life after the vision is gone or all but gone. For the last thirty years it's been about the bruises and the fear of falling or getting run down by a car or cyclist or tripping over a small child and injuring it. Now it is starting to register that I will eventually be finding my way around with my fingers and cane.
And what will become of the messes in my fiction files? I'd rather delete them all then let anyone see them in the condition they are in...
Well, if I hurry I might be in bed by 10 tonight.
THE LIFEQUAKE:
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Ed and I April 2nd
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The event I'm calling the lifequake hit me in late January and for the most part of most days I'm accommodating myself to the new realities shaking out from it. The details are covered in
ROW80 #69 check-in. and
this Sunday Serenity and most recently in
It's Like This and
The Eyes Have It so I won't keep reiterating the story in these check-ins.
The most important fact affecting ROW80 goals is that my 5 week visit at my Mom's begun in early January has been extended indefinitely. It has been a huge disruption in itself not counting all the disruptions of life, thought and emotion behind the whys and wherefores.
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The latest in the series of aftershocks disrupted things so much I had to drop out of ROW80 check-ins for a month. I left Mom's in Longview WA April 29 to spend the next 11 days in Phoenix OR with my husband packing up the rest of our stuff and helping him prepare for vacating the house on the 15th. My sister returned here with a third van load of my stuff on May 2nd and then picked me and a forth van load up on the 10th. I spent the next two days shuffling boxes and bags and stuff around between van and house and my areas at Mom's. The four days after that I wallowed in the pain of missing Ed, loosing our house and not knowing when the next visit will be now that there are no more loads to go after and no house to call ours.
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| Merlin |
This trip our cat Merlin returned with me and has been part of the comfort. He was being kept in the laundry room until we were sure he had no parasites before he was allowed to share a litterbox with Bradley.
But Saturday night he got paroled.
He has started to regain the weight he lost while he was sick this winter. During our last trip in early April my sister took him to the vet and the following week he had surgery to remove rotten teeth and fix his eyelids so his lashes would stop scratching his eyes. He looks oriental now. The pic is from several years ago when he was still healthy.
One of my main focuses in the first week home was unpacking and organizing my clothes. The hanging clothes in the room where my primary workstation is and the folding clothes in the room across the hall which I share with Mom.
When I first arrived in January I had about ten hangers hanging in this closet and now there are two winter coats in there belonging to Mom and everything else is mine. My coats, sweaters, jackets and vests are hanging on hooks on the door to the room.
Since 89th check-in I've continued to unpack and tweak every area. One of my projects is to unpack every one of the hastily packed boxes and do the sorting, organizing, cleaning, repair etc that there was no time for before stuffing things in boxes. Then I'll repack the household stuff and keep those boxes together in anticipation of the first load gong back as soon as Ed is able to move into another place.
As of June 4th, there have been some exciting developments in the Rogue Valley but everything is still up in the air so I can't say what though I'm bursting to share. Maybe by Saturday night when I prep the 94rth check-in...
June 8th--too soon for specifics but it looks promising that Ed will be moving into a place by the end of the month.
In light of that, I've spent the last two days on the project described above. I've opened every one of the boxes still unpacked to identify contents, unpacked at least a dozen, repacked with eye to keeping household items going back on the first trip after Ed is moved separate and once such a box was identified or repacked stacked it in the garage.
Meanwhile, I sorted out several categories as I went thru boxes: crafts, Health and Beauty Aides (HABA), office supplies, electronics, cat toys/misc, paper files and loose paper, Ed's personal belongings and books and magazines. Ed's personal belongings will be distributed among the household items as there weren't enough to fill a box. The books and magazines found homes on the shelves with the others unpacked after the second trip. I sorted the HABA into stuff I might need while here and stuff that I won't packing the latter and putting away the former.
I rough sorted the electronics into related and identified broken and tossed. I rough sorted the office supplies and put away what I could in the most logical place currently available--which is constantly changing as I constantly rearrange my office space. I rough sorted the crafts and repacked taking some of it back down to the rec room box stacks and distributing the rest among my craft areas upstairs--bedroom, 'office' and living room--a major fine sort is needed for all crafts and an organizing of the craft storage and work areas.
The biggest sort project left is the paper files and the loose paper. I have two medium sized boxes with files and notebooks that are moderately organized already but it is the two large boxes of loose paper--one very large--that is going to be a very tedious and long process.
To prepare for it I've gathered dozens of boxes of various sizes from boot boxes down to the cardboard covers of tossed out VCR cassettes, from the shallow boxes cans are stacked in at grocery stores to empty tissue boxes and I've created a sorting station.
While teaching how to triage my priorities, Ed identified the paper sort project as non-negotiable, top priority because I'd said that those two boxes of loose papers had become a trip hazard for me on entering and exiting the room as well as causing me grief in getting ready to go anywhere because they were blocking access to the closet.
So I targeted that task to focus on last weekend while Mom was at my brother's. I whittled the two boxes down to one on Saturday. It took six hours just to get that far.
I estimate another two to three hours on the remaining box. The second box, tho smaller took another four hours on Sunday due to having eliminated most of the obvious trash on Saturday.
And that is just the first once-over rough sort--weeding out the obvious trash and grouping related things. I tried not to spend more than a few seconds per item to identify it's category. Anything that needed more time than that, especially if it required reading more than a sentence or two, was 'filed' appropriately in one of the smaller boxes for later perusal. But at least those boxes are not trip hazards and they are grouped by topic or theme so that when I tackle them one by one my attention can be focused on one category at a time instead of being split three dozen ways like it was during this rough sort.
SELF-MANAGEMENT
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| Reading and crafting corner |
The creating of stations to accommodate activities has been one of the themes of my organizing. It was after the books and bookshelves came back last month that I moved my writing workstation entirely out of Mom's room and turned my corner in there into my reading and crafting spot. Not much of either is happening in there yet though. There is just too much unpacking and organizing still to do and the time that might be used for reading and crafts is given to those tasks.
The pic to the left is new for 90th check-in, reflecting the latest tweaks. One of which was switching out the office chair that was there for the exercise ball. The office chair is now where the exercise ball was--at one of the workstations in the other room which are discussed in the next section. The empty shelf is reserved for library books which I hope to be acquiring again soon.
The other development related to self-management is the timer my sister bought me just before she left me alone with Ed the first week of May. It has two timers, a clock and a stop-watch function.
One of her concerns about leaving me there for a whole week was the tenuous nature of my ability to stay on my med schedule, sleep schedule and food and water intake schedule without outside monitoring. That is one of the repercussions of an unmanaged mood-disorder.
She had a heart-to-heart with Ed about it in my presence and they elicited solemn promises from me and helped me work out how I might keep on track even on those days when Ed had to work. The timer coupled with the ritual of writing a todo list every morning was the solution and I stuck to it through the first weekend back at Mom's. I still maintain the med timer and sleep schedule but I let the todo list drop away during the week I wallowed and have not returned to it.
The week before I left the med nurse had added Ritalin to my day meds to address the issue that makes it so hard for me to maintain the healthy sleep schedule. The fear that all those 24 to 48 hours and more awake were a symptom of bi-polar has been nearly eliminated and we are leaning toward the theory that its a combination of anxiety and ADD. With anxiety causing difficulty in getting, staying and returning to sleep and the ADD responsible for the way my brain won't turn back on for 8 to 12 hours after I've slept for over 6 hours which makes me resist sleep when I'm involved in a task or project.
The Ritalin has been a failure and my sister and husband concur. It did help turn my brain on and give me energy earlier in the day but it also brought back the anxiety that the BP med Metoprolol had removed and left me with lower tolerance for frustration, high irritability and a tendency to meltdown. And after four hours I crashed. It felt a lot like when I used to drink caffeinated sodas and would crash off the sugar and caffeine.
In other words it put me in a volatile emotional cauldron. I stopped taking it every day. I've discovered that it is helpful if what I need to do is primarily physical with little social or emotional elements to it. Like the unpacking, workouts, or showers. But it is useless for brain work that entails sitting still like writing or reading. And only 4 hours? Really?
I saw the med nurse again May 28th. She increased the Trazadone to 300mg and added Adderall to address the morning mush brain and low energy. But if I experience a similar reaction as to the Ritalin I am to call and she'll put me on Welbutrin again, which was what I was on before we lost our insurance a year ago.
A week ago Wednesday I went in for a fasting blood draw to check the levels of things related to energy and fatigue like thyroid, adrenals, blood sugars, vitamin B and D, and etc This was something that I asked for when I saw the other nurse who is managing my care last week. Big step for me--self advocating, being the one to suggest a course of action. If I was dealing with a doctor instead of a nurse practitioner I might not have had the courage. Tho my sister who is officially my advocate might have anyway. She is bold she is.
Well the results of the blood draw show everything but cholesterol and triglyceride levels are normal and they called to tell me they'd called in a prescription for a Statin drug. Did not consult with me. Did not tell me the numbers. Just essentially ordered me like a child. I won't have it. I have a history of atypical reactions to drugs and from what I've read on the side effects of the statins I'm not going near them. Not unless the problem is severe enough to warrant hospitalizing me so they can monitor my reaction. And what of the careful work the med nurse has been doing with my mood meds? Making it a point to add or subtract only one thing at a time and careful to note possible interactions between them. Did they consult her before adding this? I doubt it.
Why am I so afraid of the statins? The side effects include muscle weakness and fatigue which I already have issues with. And more severe side effects can include damage to the muscles or damage to the liver. I'm willing to work hard via the diet and exercise route and I believe that responsible medicine would promote that over drugs and that a care provider who respected you would consult with you and not just issue orders from on high.
One of the things happening to me as the depression lifts is that I'm starting to crave autonomy. And when the assistant called to inform me about the prescription I found myself saying OK and Yes aloud while inside I was screaming No No NO. Like a child who is compliant on the outside but feeling rage or helplessness on the inside. And as soon as the call was over I said the No out loud. And started researching the drugs alternatives and the diet alternatives online immediately.
I'm not sure yet how I'm going to inform them of my choice. I'd hoped to use my counseling session on Monday to get advice on that but it got canceled due to the counselor's illness. I've decided to wait until I can talk to her before I do anything so I'm not filling the prescription yet. My appointment was rescheduled for the 17th.
In the past when a doctor has treated me autocratically or not listened to my fears or concerns I would just not go back. I would stop complying. I did it once before when a doctor put me on a BP med that turned my muscles into sugar taffy and would not consider trying a new med because it was working to lower the BP. So my BP went untreated for several more years until I tried to have dental work done and they found it too high at 220/120.
My sister is not going to let me get away with that tactic this time plus it would interfere with my main goal of saving my marriage and being able to live with my husband again which requires having my mood stabilized which means I must continue working with the med nurse supervising that which means I have to stay in the good graces of this clinic. I'd just as soon keep the focus on the mood issue for now as that is making it possible for me to make the healthy choices in other areas like diet and exercise and sleep and I believe all of that could go a long way toward making drugs unnecessary.
June 4th, I was hooked up to a heart monitor for a 48 hour recording of my heart rhythm. This I'm told was in response to my complaints of dizziness and near fainting nearly two months ago. I did not get the impression that was being taken seriously before so I suspect it was after the cholesterol results that he decided to order this.
Yesterday, June 7th, I had an ultrasound done of a mysterious lump the size of a large grape in my left calf that I'd first noticed in late February. I was 90% sure it was something silly like an old bruise slow to heal but I was concerned enough after two months to bring it up at my last appointment. Then Thursday morning my sister heard from our cousin who is one month younger than her (late 40s) and the daughter of our mother's twin sister--she has stage 4 inoperable breast cancer and it's already in all her bones. Her mother died from this in 2005 the same year my Dad died of colon cancer.
So my anxiety about the lump ratcheted up a bit before the ultrasound 28 hours later. And a bit more when the technician went and got a doctor to come look. I listened to them talk about it--it looks fatty, there is no blood supply, it looks to be in the derma, probably a benign process. Since it is at the site of an injury that looks like a bug bite or scratch/puncture it is likely a sebaceous cyst. Especially since I've had them before. Big sigh.
I've not discussed the metrics of my weight loss campaign here but I was delighted to find my weight down two more pounds since last week and to have dropped another inch off my belly since the week before our trip to Phoenix last month. That is approximately 15lb and 2.5 inches since New Year's. The size 18 pants that I just started wearing in April are already loose and Merlin actually pants me the other day climbing my leg. Good thing we were alone in the laundry room and not out walking on the sidewalk. I hadn't been in a size 18 since the late 80s. Looks like I'm going to be in a 16 soon. Last time was 1985!
Meanwhile there have been enough improvements in my ability to function that I've been able to commit to making and serving lunch for me and Mom every day and load the dishwasher after dinner.
Yeah. It was once that bad!
On Thursday May 16th I began to crawl out of the wallow I fell into the morning I said goodbye to Ed and last week I've returned to posting on the meatier reading and writing themes. I'm his week I have been able to garner all the Ys in the FICTION FILES and FREEWRITE columns. I've had some really stimulating ideas as I daydreamed stories in the last month. Not all of them are in the FOS storyworld either. My newer story ideas seem to be leaning toward romances which is not my usual fare. Hmmm. I wonder where they're coming from.
On June 3rd, I researched online for hours looking for time tracking software and/or calendar software so that I can start keeping track of how my time gets spent, what my mood is, med, food and water intake and sleep. I want to develop a record of the useful information to look for patterns in cause and effect and to look for the payoffs for unhealthy habits so I can design alternative behaviors that are healthy but preserve the payoff as described by Charles Duhigg in
The Power of Habit which I read around this time last year.
After making myself dizzy with the choices I finally decided to give Outlook another chance. I already have it on my netbook and have just avoided it because my first few encounters with it were so intimidating. It seems to have a steep learning curve and to have way more functions than I need. Plus it's fonts for menus and dialog boxes are so tiny. But I opened it last night and spent a couple hours exploring it and hope to start implementing it sometime this week.
Meanwhile I'm trying to learn patience with myself and flexibility. One of the new skills I'm honing is the ability to analyse what is working and what isn't and then apply a likely fix and observe what does and doesn't result. I'm trying to keep a vision of what success looks like in my head so that I'm always aiming for it.
June 15 -- in response to my
Lazy Daze post my husband commented in his email that he believed that I was experiencing a mini-burnout after having pushed too hard on too many fronts for too many days in a row, allowing myself little recreation. And a second point he made was that he believed I had too many high priorities and several of them were in conflict which I was possibly unconscious of.
Then on Friday during our video chat he proceeded to use his skill-set as a supervisor and experience with time-management on the job to show me how to triage my stated goals. He also had me estimate the amount of time I thought certain tasks needed. And then he walked me through what that looked like in terms of the number of hours available in a day, a week, a month. He itemized everything--even how many minutes per day the average person spends answering Mother Nature's Call (8 times per day for the bladder alone for an average of 5 minutes per visit). Who knew.
Right off he subtracted the 8 for sleep and another 3 for meal prep and eating. Then there was my household and family responsibilities--another two minimum on days with no extras. Then there were my appointments with healthcare and social services which included prep time and transportation time.
For the triage he laid it out there that anything touching on my health or safety was non-negotiable. This included sleep, med schedule, food schedule, exercise, all those appointments, and recreation--which last I had been denying myself until I ended up planted like a turnip on the mini-tramp last Sunday.
So I'm in the middle of reassessing everything in light of the insights he led me to.
The evolution of the writing and workout room:
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2nd Workstation and
Indoor Workout Space |
In February a few weeks into the lifequake I realized I could no longer wait until I got home to get serious with my fiction writing but to accommodate it I would need a writing station that afforded privacy, quiet, light, and the ability to move about and make moderate noise without fear of disturbing my sleeping mother. And I would need to designate a time of day in which I could count on no interruptions.
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.
After the first fall on a
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 as I worked to make room for the stuff coming in from the van the first week of April.
To make room for the tramp I moved my folded clothes into Mom's room and the boxes of Mom's papers under the card table.
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| Reference Books |
The reference books are now on that cabinet above the tramp. The 1999 World Book set and the Britannica Great Books set I bought from the library in 2005. And writing related misc.
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| Cubby desk May 25 |
The cubby desk has morphed so many times. I continue to tweak things but continued to find it a very uninviting place to spend much time. For weeks I used this station primarily for scanning, storing office supplies and as a paper sorting station. Last week I moved that chair that bit my butt out and put in its place an exercise ball in front of stacked boxes for a desk. But never did actually sit at it.
On May 25th, I've moved the office chair I'd been using beside the bed in Mom's room in here and the exercise ball in there. It is a tight fit but I'm test driving it as I work on this post and I am sensing a shift in consciousness. It feels like a place to get work done at now. I'm more focused on the task at hand. I'm shifting about less. I haven't had to get up to get something that isn't at hand. But a crick in my neck indicates one minor tweak might be needed--raising the desk about two inches.
Let's see if this leads to regaining all those Ys now.
I sometimes get so frustrated by all the tweaking. It seems I spend more time fiddling with the workstations than I do actually working at them. I hope I can shift the balance soon.
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| standing desk May 21 |
One of my preferred netbook stations is this standing desk above the mini-tramp. I can stand on the tramp to write or while text or video chatting with Ed. But mostly I listen to music or watch videos while working out.
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| Looks more like a nest |
For the two weeks after returning from Phoenix (May 11-24) this was my primary writing and Internet surfing station. I also crocheted while watching videos and sometimes read either ebooks or treebooks. The tramp in this pic is now my own brought from home.
But on May 24 I decided it was not working. I'd gravitated to sitting on the mini-tramp that first weekend because there was so much upheaval everywhere else. But that had unwanted repercussions--I stopped working out because the tramp was always piled with cushions and for some reason I can't pin down my productivity dropped both on and off the computer. Maybe that is partly due to not working out. But it might also be because the setup was more conducive to daydreaming, watching videos or surfing than serious work. The clue is in the caption I gave the pic:
Looks more like a nest.
So May 25ths project aimed to fix that as seen in the pic of the cubby desk above.
And then that didn't quite satisfy so two days later I rearranged it yet again. But now I have to be sitting right there to have the netbook on the board that slides out from under the cubby desk. I has been a productive writing station tho.
As seen in this pic it was serving as a sorting station.
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| Bradley |
The family cat, 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. Twice it was my reading glasses that I wear over my prescription glasses for close work. He sits on top of the very thing I need to pick up.
Once he knocked my netbook off the desk. I had an extreme moment of panic before I got it picked up and checked over.
I do hope that once Merlin is allowed to join the family the two of them can entertain each other. So far it looks good. They talk to each other through the laundry room door. And once when I brought Merlin up on his leash on our way out for his yard exploration they met and touched noses and nobody hissed. Bradley did raise one paw over Merlin's head and held it there until Merlin ducked his head and slunk away.
FICTION FILES:
For the duration of JuNoWriMo I've set aside
The Storyteller's Spouse to focus on the romance,
Orbiting Jupiter.
Juneaux at 27 is still living at home acting as caretaker of her invalid father. Her ten year high school reunion is upcoming and the talk of the small town is the rumored attending of classmate Jupiter, drummer and leader of the band Orbiting Jupiter which has its own reality show
READ CRAFT:
Currently Reading
What to Do When There's Too Much to Do by Laura Stack (Part of my attempt to organize my life around my priorities. So part of my ROW80 reading list) What with the lifequake and all I've had to do a lot of reassessing. Recently I realized that
my todo lists are way overloaded even for someone with a reasonably quakeless life.
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.
The Complete Idiot's Guide to Writing Erotic Romance by Alison Kent. Found on my shelves while packing books. I won this in a drawing during the Sweating for Sven writing challenge in 2007. It made me blush and I kept it hidden in the recesses of my bookshelves but I think I've gotten over that. Tho I admit it is hard to pull it out and read in it now that I'm back at Mom's. But since Valentine's Week all my new story ideas have been for romances. Not my usual thing. But hey, you gotta take what the muse sends or she'll stop sending. Setting aside the erotica aspects, this book is full of good story structure advice as well as romance genre specific advice. I'm exploring the idea of writing a love story. Hmmm. Not sure who that is that just said that.
Writing in General and the Short Story in Particular by Rust Hills onetime fiction editor at Esquire. A tiny little paperback published in the mid 70s. I pulled this off my own shelf a couple days ago as just the right size to prop the netbook keyboard at a better angle but then I pulled it out to read while waiting on my computer to finish updates and a restart as all the ebooks were unavailable and it was the only book I could reach without getting up. Lazy me. But it hasn't gone back under the keyboard yet. I keep picking it up whenever the netbook is too busy to mind me.
Recently Read:
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.
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