Ever have trouble sleeping because you lied and your cat was right that you did have another vet appointment planned… and then the supposedly simple dental procedure ended in removing 14 teeth… and the pain medicine made her give up food which you’re pretty sure is essential to cat life… so you spent all week and most of the weekend trying different food combinations to get her to eat only to get a phone call from the vet saying the cat should get more tests because she may have cancer… but you were afraid to bring her back to the vet for the tests, or the post-surgery check-up, because you’re pretty sure the cat will never forgive you for bringing her to that horrible place again?
Plus I’m broken (Physically. I’m pretty sure from the ramble above that you were beyond wondering if I was broken mentally.) because my employer took away my keyboard tray, against medical advice, so now I have shooting pains in my wrists preventing me from doing anything fun (seriously work people, if you didn’t want me there you could have just said so).
In good news I met with writing friends on the weekend and finally got out of my rut and wrote the next piece of the novel, and I wrote some song lyrics that I’m pretty stoked about. Yay!
(Glass half empty – The lyrics are for a country song that really should be sung by a man, and I don’t know any country men. Glass half full – I plan to go to a rodeo this summer so maybe I’ll meet a cowboy and be like, hey, wanna sing a random country song, get super famous, hire me to be your lyricist then fall madly in unrequited love with me (because I love my husband) and end up “settling” for a super model and making us both rich?)
Could totally happen.
NB. Puréed tuna is pretty much as gross as you’d expect.
Ever try to write with your other hand? It sucks…that’s all I’ve got. But since I have to try it so should you. In good news I self-edit less this way… Happy writing.