This hawthorn has grown rather slowly over the last few years, and I attribute it (right or wrong) to my increased use of fungicides. Regardless, over the last few years, I have let it mostly grow, and now it’s time to sort out what it’s done.
The tree has a tendency to throw upward- and downward-growing shoots at junctions. It makes the tree look more ramified than maybe it is, but time to clean it up.
Anita came home from the hospital after having the pacemaker fitted with a digital monitor, something that will be plugged in next to her bed to record her heart activity while she sleeps. This amazing gadget is linked to the hospital and can alert them and us in the event of another heart attack. It will also record if it has been called upon to restart or shock Anita’s heart back to a normal rhythm.
Knowing what to do when or if this ever happens, is extremely complicated, so the next home visit from the heart failure nurse will be full of questions.
And speaking of questions, there seems to be far too many answers now, none of which are helping us to know what is really going on at any one time.
In fact, we are more confused than ever as each doctor/person we speak to, seems to have a different explanation of what’s going on.
Anita is progressing, albeit slowly and that’s what really counts, isn’t it?
Ten days later, Anita began to have trouble breathing again, so it was back to the hospital to have her checked out.
It all seemed like the worst kind of Déjà vu.
Before the pacemaker was fitted, Anita was getting on well, doing small jobs around the house and even walking to town almost every day.
This simple procedure seems to have sent her back to how she was in the beginning, something she is not happy about!
They were very thorough with their checks, and everything was deemed normal apart from the fluid in her lungs, but no explanation as to why.
As the next lockdown starts, I am hoping to knuckle down and finally get cracking with the writing as my muse is getting so tired of waiting for me.
I just wish she could learn to type!
Good luck to those of you who are taking part in NaNo this year!
I spotted this hashtag this morning, on my travels around the blogosphere.
And it made me think of all the works in progress that I have now.
Unless I am working on one, I try not to think of the others too much as it can get a little depressing, but they are always there, lurking in the background.
The main WIP is the new story I have been trying to outline for what seems like forever. This involves an old character, so I know him like the back of my hand. The antagonist, however, is new and I’m having the devil’s own job getting to grips with him, for I think the antagonist is just as important a character as the hero and needs to be written well. So far, he is Mr Nobody!
Having caught up with the housework last week, the garden must be the second WIP. So overgrown, I get rather overwhelmed when I look at it, especially when an old tree fell over out there last week, but determined to get to grips with it, even if it takes a while. That’s if it ever stops raining!
Which brings me to what I think is the last WIP. The project I started as a way of relaxing, but which so far has had the opposite effect. Browsing through Pinterest, I saw this amazing stained-glass crochet pattern, and the challenge to master it was born. I love to crochet, but some of the more complicated stitches are usually a bridge too far for my aging brain, but when has that ever stopped me?
Overtaking and more important than any of the above, is caring for Anita.
( she wouldn’t like to be regarded as a work in progress, so this is just between us) I am consumed with the complicated business of getting her back on her feet. It has been a week since the pacemaker thingy was installed and the wound is healing well, but she is still weak, lightheaded, and very breathless. I think at least one of her medications is not agreeing with her, but which one? The nurse will be here this morning, so we will see what she thinks…
In this volume we stand shoulder to shoulder with Maljie as she explores the intricacies of philosophy, marvel at her mastery of pre-paid indemnification plans, and assist her in the design of foundation garments. When you read this, not only will you discover just who wears the trousers, but you can indulge in a spot of fishing and enjoy the quaint fertility rites of our great city. This book contains fashion, honey, orphans, and the importance of dipping your money in vinegar to ensure it is safe. Indeed you may even learn how to teach a cat to dance…
Teaching cats to dance sounds like something our politicians do all the time, a bit like ‘gilding the lily’ or something equally preposterous. The fact that this is something to with Maljie does not surprise me at all.
Port Nain is not only a quiet place to live, it has some weird customs too. Most of which will usually end up involving one of my favourite Port Nain characters, Maljie.
If there’s a better, more profitable way to do almost anything, you can bet she will find it. As for teaching cats to dance, I imagine she could do that too, should the notion occur to her and the price is right.
Jim Webster’s stories are always well written and so good to read. I love reading about Maljie and all the residents of Port Nain…
About the Author
Someone once wrote this about me
“Jim Webster is probably still fifty something, his tastes in music are eclectic, and his dress sense is rarely discussed in polite society. In spite of this he has a wife and three daughters. He has managed to make a living from a mixture of agriculture, consultancy, and freelance writing. Previously he has restricted himself to writing about agricultural and rural issues but including enough Ancient Military history to maintain his own sanity. But seemingly he has felt it necessary to branch out into writing fantasy and Sci-Fi novels.”
Now with eight much acclaimed fantasy works and two Sci-Fi to my credit it seems I might be getting into the swing of things.
And long may you continue, Jim!
Having trouble uploading the Amazon preview link, so give this one a try…
Anita has always wanted to see her poetry in print, and I think this is because they mean a little bit more to her than her fiction work. Probably because they are closer to her heart and soul.
Now, I was an editor long before I became a writer, so I thought compiling a book of poems would be a walk in the park.
I started with the eBook, which as you know, doesn’t have pages, it just rolls along until the end. I uploaded 100 of Anita’s most popular poems from last year, all suitably separated by a fancy divider. I wanted to use colour for these, but thought it might be too expensive, (or complicated)
As I was scrolling down the poems, it occurred to me that this system wouldn’t work for the paperback version.
The one thing you don’t want, is what I think they call Widows and Orphans, where you have half of the poem on one page and continuing the next.
The next problem that hit me was that all these poems were different lengths, so fitting them all neatly on the pages was going to be difficult, complicated to say the least.
One problem lead to the next, when I realised this book would need a TOC, or table of contents.
I haven’t done one of these in ages so had to scrape my morale of the floor and search the house for my thinking cap.
Which leads me to the last problem.
At least I hope it’s the last!
My brain keeps letting me down right in the middle of a procedure. Every time I have a good thought, half of it seems to vanish in a puff of smoke and I’m left with just enough to drive me crazy!
I tend to write a lot of notes these days because of this new development, but it happens so fast now, I often don’t get to the pen in time.
Sometimes the rest of the thought pops up again later, but then I must remember the first part and marry them up!
So I would be grateful if you find any howling errors, to let me know, so I can fix them!
What with one thing and another, I haven’t been able to do any marketing, so I’ll be playing catch up forever with this one. I have tried to add the link but unfortunately, it doesn’t feel like behaving. The link on the cover in our sidebar isn’t working either so not having a great day! I seem to have done everything right, so must be this new editor. Methinks its time to ask WP for help…
There will be more about this book, but feel free to add some feedback in the meantime…
The lockdown and isolation has entered the Den of Doom (my office) with a vengeance this week.
We have tried desperately to maintain an optimistic attitude about everything, including all those annoying PC malfunctions. I seem to spend more and more time trying to catch up, meaning I never manage to get around to anything creative anymore.
So much so, our respective muses have been AWOL for days!
Undaunted, I had been looking forward to working on the new bonsai shelves. The wood has arrived and so did the freezing weather. I don’t do freezing to death as my old bones refuse to function below a certain temperature.
So, the waiting will continue…
Shame, for I was looking forward to spending hours away from the computer.
Life isn’t waiting for me…
In the middle of the week, I started what I thought was a bad cold, streaming nose and sneezing. Of course, I immediately thought I was dying, but relieved to discover that sneezing is not a symptom of the Covid19 virus.
When the tickly cough arrived, I slipped into denial in a hurry.
The experts say that most people will only get mild symptoms and recover quickly, but not people over 75 who also have serious medical problems like heart conditions, asthma and hypertension, also like me.
Denial is a wonderful coping mechanism and I’m pretty sure I’m not dying. In the past I have beaten some usually fatal conditions, so not expecting to lose this battle either if it turns out that I do have it.
The good news is my temperature is normal and I feel fine…
99 words, no more, no less. It’s a simple constraint, an easy-to-master literary art form, and a powerful writing tool for creatives and entrepreneurs. Writers calibrate the usefulness and beauty of 99-words through weekly flash fiction challenges.
January 30, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a postal carrier in an extreme situation. Even if you base your story on a true one, focus on the core trait of this postal carrier. Go where the prompt leads!