Since I was rejected I've been down. The rejection thing I'm pretty much over. It's done with and now that I've whined and moaned and wept over it I can move on. So that feeling isn't really the root cause of my problem in the writing arena.
Unless you've never read this blog before, you know my son and his DGF are having a baby. They are getting married Dec 7 and the baby is due January 9. After they are married they're moving in with us. So things here have been crazy. I've got a bathroom torn out and slowly being rebuilt, a bedroom that needs to be repainted and have new carpeting so my DD can move into the room and give DS and soon to be DDIL a larger basement room--which also needs repainting and new carpet. All big projects that I can not possibly tackle on my own.
I've got a freezer to empty, a fridge to clean--- Besides I work all day long. Scratch that. I am *supposed* to be working all day long.
I've got an ever growing list of WIPS that need my attention and so far my span has been less than zero. I guess stress can build and keep you from focusing on the things you should be focused on. I know that I've got to get back into the swing or else.
I had a doc appointment yesterday. It was a check up for a shoulder injury. One that I aggrivated over the weekend by moving an oak bathroom cabinet. Anyway, during the recheck she's going over my file and notices I've not had an actual physical in over 4 years.
Lets examine that, shall we? I've got all sorts of health issues.
I've got a psuedotumor that puts pressure on the optic nerve which can leave me with blinding headaches and impared vision. It also gives me vertigo which has caused me to fall down our basement steps I don't know how many times.
I've got a thing called Interstitial Cystitus--yeah not sure thats way to spell it but basically it means the bladder wall thin and if not monitored and medicated the bladder can thin and tear.
I'm an accident waiting to happen. Not only do I fall down the basement steps due to vertigo, I can fall walking across a parking lot. I bump into store shelves. None of this keeps me back. Suprising enough I can still drive. If I feel an episode coming on I stay home or I pull to the side of the road. I can still ATV I just have to take an occasional break.
But I digress. Becuase of all this I am a regular at the doctor offices. So I don't think I need a check up. I tell the doctor this. She says I've got to have a normal physical. Period. And I need it soon.
Now my schedule is something like this: Thanksgiving. Kid's getting married. Kids moving in. Baby shower. Sixteen bday party for DD. 50th Bday party for DH. January book release. Plus I've got two books I HAVE to get written. All of this must be done by end of February. When am I going to have time to go for a physical. She's adamant--get physical. So if I don't have a heart attack or stroke before hand I'll be seeing her February 19th for a physical.
I don't want to do anything but write. I need to write. I need concentrate on writing. I've got to FTDBs but so far all I've done is come up with a couple of new ideas that need to be filed away for future writing. The ideas have been filed with the 15 other to be written files.
I need help! Can anyone recommend something to help focus my mind? I'm talking natural legal suppliment. Until someone can come and rescue me I guess I'll just sit here on my thimb and stare dumbly at my screen.
Huggles
Donica
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
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