Hello readers of Combing Through the Pages, it is I, Thing 1, the eldest of my mother’s children.
Wow. That was more dramatic than I thought it would be.
Anyway… I’m here to introduce a new segment of posts that I will be doing this summer that are just going to be me ranting about things that I feel strongly about or about some random thought that I recently had.
These posts will hopefully be posted on a semi-regular basis on Friday. I make no promises on that though cause I’m a procrastinator at heart and it’s hard to keep that in check when it’s summer. So apologies in advance if this segment ends up not happening that often, but I will try my best.
I do hope that you all will enjoy the rants and thoughts that I do end up posting about. And I hope that you’ll find them as entertaining as me and my mom do.
As I’ve mentioned before, I have arthritis in my neck and bulging discs hitting my spinal cord. This has caused weakness in my right arm and a decrease in grip strength, among other very painful issues in my neck/shoulder area itself. (I personally feel having this issue in my left arm would be way better, but apparently God didn’t agree – so here we are.)
Yesterday, I received my first round of steroid injections to help decrease my pain and regain the full use of my right arm.
I’ve taken Prednisone in the past and always have a hard time with it. Basically, I feel crazy, can’t sleep, and get super jittery. I also tend to go into anxiety overload!
~Alexis, aka Thing 1
For some reason, I really thought having steroids shot directly into my spine would prevent these side effects…
After being up pretty much all night and feeling like my skin is crawling I can officially say:
THAT WAS THE MOST RIDICULOUS THOUGHT I’VE EVER HAD IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!
I just wanted to share my stupidity with the rest of you. Feel free to point, laugh & call me names. I’m definitely doing it!
Happy Friday! 😊
How’s your weekend starting out? Please tell me you’re all feeling better than me!!
We had an amazing time on our vacation. But I think my brain may still be there!
I cannot seem to get back into the swing of things now that I’m back home… I don’t feel like cleaning, writing, cooking, or really doing anything that requires effort at all. Even carrying on coherent, meaningful conversations is just too much! Why can’t I just Cyndi Lauper my life away?
I’m aware that my refusal to be a productive member of society again probably means the cruise we took spoiled me just a little too much!
For now, I’m okay with it. I’m usually so stressed about everything that’s it’s nice to have a more laid back attitude… At least until I starve as I chill in my dusty home reading books and talking to people on the internet. (Can someone remind me to eat occasionally?)
Seriously, am I the only person who struggles to get back into the normal flow of life after vacation? What do you do to get motivated again?
I’ve loved to write since… well, I can’t remember a time I didn’t like to write. Even during periods of time when I didn’t have the time, or was just so down on myself that I figured “why bother,” the stories would run through my head as if I was typing them at a typewriter (without all the messy corrections).
Characters and places haunted me and I found myself lost in conversations as I tried to listen to what they wanted to tell me. As a teenager, it was typical for me to sit in class or at a party or even watching TV, but be visiting my fictional world in my mind. (Go figure I wasn’t valedictorian.)
But one day, it just stopped. I quit trying to remember my characters and their worlds, quit telling myself that one day I’d write out their adventures and read them when I’m old. I’d lost my first love. It just went away.
And I didn’t care.
I didn’t ask myself why.
I’m not even sure I noticed…
Until I took a week long road trip with my daughter.
Now I can’t get the silly little goblins in my head to be quiet! And my poor husband has had more one-sided conversations with me than he’s probably had the whole time we’ve been together. (I’m incredibly lucky he understands and just laughs.)
I’m pretty sure it was stress and just general busyness that stole my stories away, but it doesn’t really matter.
They’re back now. And the typewriter in my mind is steadily typing away.
As you probably know by now, I’m preparing for NaNoWriMo next month. Since I’m not used to this whole “prep” thing, I’m turning to even more books to help me out.
(Note to Planners: planning out a novel beforehand sucks. Simply having a general blurb and then sitting down to write it all out is much more fun. I now have an even deeper respect for those who actually do this prepping thing as a general rule and not just once a year. Any suggestions from you are greatly appreciated!)
In one of my recent posts I asked about the current editing standards. Some others agreed that self-published books seem to be better edited in recent years than the books the big publishing houses are putting out.
I know this has been driving you all crazy too… Well, I have found the explanation, my friends! (It wasn’t bothering you at all? Huh. I guess I’ll keep typing anyway.) Continue reading “My Random Thoughts on the Mystery of Unedited Books and Questions about Self-Publishing”→