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…
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.
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.
I am stabbed. My life blood ebbing from my body Seeping through the floorboards I see a lighthouse before the room goes dark. I walk on illuminated water, up the steps, there is no one there. It’s just a large rock with a lamp on it. I walk back toward the shore, wondering when I will sink beneath the waves. I cannot feel the sand beneath my feet. People walk through me; I feel their electricity. My body falls to the floor like unwanted clothing. Yet, I am in front of a mirror. People gather round, looking at my naked body. They turn their heads, trying to find me. I am not there. I turn back to the water and sink beneath the waves. I see the light before the dark takes the last spark, that once was David Turner… ©AnitaDawes2023
Slip sliding through life in circles Torn, shredded, this paper on the wind Under dark skies, waiting for rain, thunder Memories of the past haunt the present Better to forget, get out from under the cloud Let love into your life, move forward In hope of better days, I pull up my boot straps Never again to look behind myself Grab every moment, as if for the first time. Remember that first kiss… ©AnitaDawes2020
Milo, choosing a pen. I hope it isn’t a red one!
Yesterday was Milo’s first trip to the vet.
We couldn’t have chosen the worst day for it as the outside temperature was – 4. The car looked as though it had been frosted, very pretty, but the doors were all frozen shut!
When we drove into the vet’s car park, we suddenly remembered the last time we had been there. I wanted to turn around and go home, but the memories flooded my mind and cancelled out all coherent thoughts.
When our 18-year-old black and white fur baby took ill early last year, we brought him to this vet, hoping for the best. Sadly, this wasn’t to be, and we lost him that day.
The pain tried to come flooding back as we relived that terrible moment all over again, but we held on to our emotions, parked the car and walked into the surgery, aware that our tiny new arrival relied on us to do our best for him.
Yesterday was the perfect reminder of why we haven’t looked for another fur baby before, but in a way, we didn’t choose Milo. We think he chose us…