almost out of the woods

February 27, 2012 at 4:56 (Daily life, Day trips, Writing)

Almost out of the lupus woods, but not quite–legs won’t work right, but I’m in much better shape than three months ago–nowhere near as sick. Saturday was a busy day, despite my reluctant legs. Attended my writer’s group meeting and read the first ten pages of 2011′s NANO manuscript; good comments and Lake of the Rose is alive again. Went to an archaeological lecture at the Bowers Museum–intriguing details about mummies like thousands of years ago, before McDonald’s, one of the diseases killing ancient Egyptians was artherosclerosis. Archaeologists use these great big CAT scanners to show the disease in the mummies. Amazing.

But the highlight of Saturday for me  was Warriors, Tombs and Temples also at the Bowers Museum. Finally was able to walk the exhibit. I was a bit disappointed though–expected more stone warriors but what was on show was fabulous.

The writing plan for March:

  • New book: Regency novel, The Serene Widow. Writing Chapter 1.
  • Revise the next ten pages of Lake of the Rose.

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levi “sugarhips” young

February 22, 2012 at 10:02 (Levi)

So let’s talk about my current feline roommate, Levi. This is him… I got this handsome fellow from the local shelter about 7 years ago. He’s a beauty, isn’t he? Yeah, handsome and dumb as a box of hair. That tennis ball size brain of his only has room for one thought or maybe half a thought at a time. Let’s say every 15 seconds. That’s the length of his attention span. Although he’s pretty good at looking smart, I know there isn’t a thing going on between those ears, except whether or not he ought to bite me and whether or not it’s dinner time.

Levi tends to express affection violently. When I first got him, I spent a week nursing various lacerations, bites and puncture wounds–the scars were starting to add up. It took a whole lot of “NO BITING”! shrieked at him before he remembered DON’T BITE MOM! This doesn’t mean he doesn’t bite me; just that now and then I get a gentle nip as opposed to a new puncture wound.

Of course I’ve spoiled him rotten. His hips have hips–hence, the “sugarhips” in his name. He likes playing string–wiggle a string at him and he near-bout loses his mind–what little there is of it–and he likes making biscuits on me and snagging my ankles.

Yeah he’s an interesting cat.

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is it safe?

February 1, 2012 at 11:22 (Art, Writing)

Sugarplum Tree, Maxfield Parrish

Lately, when leaving the day job to start my long and tedious run down the 405, I’ve noticed the “day” lingering a bit longer in the sky–a welcome sight. The season is already changing and soon I won’t be driving home in the dark.

I do not like the time change; I do not like the winter; I do not like driving home in the dark ’cause all of it makes me shiver! (with apologies to Dr. Seuss)

As I mentioned briefly  in an earlier post, I’ve been wrestling with systemic lupus erythematosus (SLE) that’s the all-encompassing version of lupus, the one that sneaks up on you and beats you mercilessly with all sorts of nastiness inside and out. Not to mention how it attacks the nerves and parts of you run away from home–in my case, my left foot has decided it doesn’t know me anymore; yep, numb as cardboard. A visit to the neurologist is pending.

Serious flaring began in November and from before Thanksgiving until practically now, I’ve been sick as a dog. Don’t know how it is that the dog is the benchmark for awful sickness–guess because a sick dog is a pathetic and  nearly unbearable sight–definitely me for the past few months. So–I think I’m on the road to recovery at last, seeing as I’m actually sitting up and doing stuff, except for the left foot pretending like it belongs to someone else. Moving on…

I do have a writing plan for this year. I’m giving priority to A Lamentation of Swans, but I’ll be working on other fiction too, like Trail of Shadows, which I think will be a novella, or not. And, this week, the plan is to write one page of A Lamentation of Swans a day. Monday night went fine; Tuesday night–goose egg. Hope to make it up today.

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