WIP Wednesday…

I did wonder how long my calm exterior would last, but I did hope it would stay a little longer, at least until Friday morning and my cardio appointment. I have no idea what they will decide to do about the blockage in my artery; I just hope it’s something simple. All though I have a sneaky feeling it won’t be.

When I woke up this morning, I knew my patience had gone the way of all good things. I wasn’t exactly chewing my nails, but I wanted to.

We all have our own problems, so revealing my shredded emotions was not the way to go, so I had to find a way to keep busy and out of trouble.

I spent the best part of yesterday checking all the links on our website and finding several that were broken. I also found that all of our book images that occupied the right-hand toolbar had no links. I was puzzled, as I knew I had done this at the time.

This problem segued into another, as I discovered that Booklinker, the very useful company supplying writers everywhere with universal book links, is no longer operational. At least, not for me yesterday.

Luckily, our books are on D2Digital, and their links are supposed to be universal. Just a matter of checking and double-checking all of them.

That was yesterday, so what could I do to keep myself quiet and out of trouble today?

Probably not the best time to dive into the current WIP, but that was my first choice. Side-stepping into someone else’s life (and problems) has to be better than anything else I can think of right now.

But wait, I could finish reading Letting Go by Jacquie Biggar. The story of two sisters that I am really enjoying at the moment. As a sister, I can relate to their problems, especially now.

I know what I mean by that; you will just have to guess!

Letting Go Book Description

A coming-of-age novel about the pain of misconceptions and learning from them.

When life gives you lemons…


Izzy

Mom is barely in the grave and the prodigal child is here to pick the bones clean.

I don’t want her here. My sister’s defection is a wound that won’t heal, and her return simply rubs at the scabs covering my heart.

I’ve managed just fine without her. She can go back to her fancy college and forget about us- that’s what she does best anyway.

If only I didn’t need her help. Or miss her so much.

Renee

The day my dad committed suicide I ran. I’ve been running ever since.

Going home is supposed to be the answer. Instead, it makes me question every thoughtless decision I’ve made.

My sister hates me. My little brother barely knows me. And Simon… is engaged.

None of it matters- or so I tell myself. I’m here to make amends and face a past haunted by regret.

As long as I can convince myself to stay.

Letting Go is a young adult romance dealing with tragedy, restitution, and love in all its aspects. The story relates to sensitive topics that may be triggering for some readers.

Things that Matter… #HealthUpdate

In a way, I thought this quotation to be quite significant for us, as rather than making a fuss about all the delays, we have been exercising patience. Luckily, this has paid off, and after months of radio silence, medical appointments have been raining down on us lately from all directions.

I finally received a follow-up appointment on Friday for my blocked cardiac artery. I was beginning to think they had decided, all things being considered due to the current state of the NHS, that my heart could manage on its own. After all, it has been over four months, and I am still here.

My sister now has checkups booked this week for her heart and thyroid, diabetes and iron, so, we have swapped one kind of waiting for another, but there should be some good news at the end!

We’re still kicking!

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie… #wordle 304 #Poetry

Image by Jan Mallander from Pixabay 

It’s a blue sky morning
I am about to wager my lot on a renovation
Looking in the mirror, I am sceptical
As to whether I will make a fortune
I propel myself into the day
Hoping for a degree of success
Arriving on site, I could see 
the upset faces of my crew
Taking down the wrong wall
Has pulled the roof in
And more walls than we had planned
Now I must scrap the lot and start again
Ironic, having read my star sign this morning
Time for a new project, it said…


©AnitaDawes2023



A Visit to the Doctor, not what it used to be!

I played hooky yesterday.

The earache that has been gradually driving me mad for months seemed even worse and, with the added headache, left me in a foul mood.

In the past, when this happened, the best thing to do was lie low. Find someone to hide and keep my head down.

Not wanting to do anything doesn’t happen to me very often, and for some reason, I didn’t feel guilty about it either.

Maybe that will come later, I thought.

I can hear you all thinking I should have seen my doctor already. It may surprise you that I have seen my doctor on numerous occasions about this problem. To date, all I have been given is a spray for my nose, which hasn’t done a darn thing.

Anyway, ever the optimistic soul, I made another appointment. I won’t go into a rant over how long I had to wait for this day to arrive, as that is another can of worms.

She looked in both of my ears and pronounced them fine. No infection, wax or anything that could be causing me pain.

And that was that.

When I asked (fearless and persistent, two of my better traits) why I had been having this earache for so long, she smiled and said I must be going through a bad patch. I couldn’t argue with that, what with the recent covid episode and the additional heart trouble earlier this year.

I am beginning to think that those rumours about the lack of duty of care for those over seventy may be true. When my angina had me in hospital this summer, they found one of my main arteries completely blocked. The subsequent angiogram couldn’t shift the blockage. All I got then, apart from a lot of sympathy from the poor technician who had tried four times to clear it, was a smile from the heart consultant, a box of statins, and a see you in six weeks.

I am still waiting for this appointment three months later.

Added to that is my asthma which has been completely out of control since covid, and the ever-present arthritis, which is doing its level best to keep me indoors; I don’t have much chance of keeping a good mood going…

I did enjoy my day off, though and may do it again.

Too Cold for Comfort…

Image by Susanne Jutzeler, Schweiz, from Pixabay 

Image by congerdesign from Pixabay 

This is a continuation of my recent post about how pleased I am that I am writing again.

And I really am, but there is something else going on. Or not, depending on how you look at it. Something I am having trouble coping with.

I didn’t mention it at the time in case it was a temporary thing.

I have been up with the lark, writing my socks off and enjoying every moment. Followed by busy mornings, catching up with all the routine online stuff.

All good, right?

But my afternoons couldn’t be more different. I have always regarded the afternoons as my time, where I get creative making new posters, book covers, trailers and new posts.

Since having covid, which was a nightmare, I am far from back to normal and try as I might, I cannot conjure up any magic.

The weather here in the UK has been brutal. I have been so cold; it has just added to my woes. All I really want to do is curl up under a blanket and read. The temperature is set to rise a little tomorrow, and I hope this will warm up my brain too…

We haven’t had any snow, which hasn’t helped my mood either…

Jaye’s Days… No Time for Planning…

I keep telling myself that it’s nearly Christmas and time to think about winding down the year and making a few plans for 2023.

Not sure why, but for some reason, I wasn’t listening. Among other things, I have been busy writing. After long months of dragging my heels (for so many reasons,) the words have been pouring out of me at the rate of more than a thousand a day. I am really enjoying feeling like a writer again.

But planning? Surely there should be more than enough time for thinking about new projects next year…

I have been threatening to learn how to use Scrivener for longer than I care to remember, and something about this new burst of enthusiasm has made it seem essential, so I am following my instincts here.

The fact that Microsoft Word has been tinkering again and made some changes that are definitely not helpful might have something to do with it.

My first attempt went pear-shaped very quickly, even with the Scrivener for Dummies handbook! But instead of stomping off in frustration like I usually do when faced with complicated techno jargon, I became obsessed with finding a solution.

I spent the afternoon on YouTube, looking for someone to unlock my stupid brain.

Thanks to Joanna Penn from The Creative Penn, and William Gallagher, I seem to have grasped the basics. It may take me a while to use the system for my current WIP, but it looks hopeful.

I recently promised a post on my progress, which will follow soon. How’s that for optimism?

We hope you are all managing to keep warm in these freezing times…

#Silent Sunday… A Time of Melting…

Image by experimentMR from Pixabay 

I am feeling much like this poor rose.
The relentless frost has wilted me too
I am having trouble keeping warm
I have watched the flowers and plants
in my garden end up like this
melting, like ice cream
on a summer's day

©JayeMarie2022