I use my middle and index finger when I text and type on my tablets
. . . . and since I cut my middle finger, its been a challenge. I call it a Grrrr Challenge.
However I will not stop writing! It is just a small timed setback. I will be typing faster soon.
I completed Camp Nanowrimo July 2018 with the word count 30,691.
I swear as soon as I just barely got pass 30,000 words . . . it was like my muses stopped. I hit a writing brick wall.
I can write a few blogs, but its like muses saw the up hill hike for part 2 and all said “hell no!” LOL.
I am grateful that I finished part one, and I wrote over 30,000 words by hand.
However even my desk lamp broke, so next month it will be more blogs.
I’m flustered, because . . .
- My desk lamp got broken.
- As soon as I got to 30k my muses stopped
- Whether I sleep 1 hour or 10, I still feel exhausted
- Every time I try to write in the day, I get interrupted
I did make my goal by 440 words. Maybe tomorrow I’ll reread and see if anything sparks my muses.
It seems every time I give myself writing goals something always happens. . .
First nanowrimo I got two weeks of migraines
Whenever I give myself a personal goal, I’ve had . . .
- family issues
- mental break down (unrelated to writing)
- I was in a car accident
- Hand cramps
- Sleep issues
- Female issues
However I always seem to manage to get my main word count in. It is what I want. . .
This month not any different, I have my anemia (from endomentrial hyplasya I know I didn’t spell that right, its a fancy term for very heavy female periods) mixed with my sleep apnea. I slept the last 40 hours out of 48 hours. I can’t think straight or get my process muses. They are sleepy too.
I need to stop giving myself personal goals and simply write.
I’m taking today off to see if I get my mind to work on its own. I’m over 17,900 words, so I’m very ahead.
I’m tired. It’s sleep time.
Sorry, I haven’t written much, but my health issues vs clueless doctors have me scattered brained.
My depression and anxiety are high so much that even my muses are mentally flustered. They are taking it out on the office too. I think we’ll have to do a mental remodel.
I’ve tried reading other works, rereading my work, watch movies, listening to music, and playing Sims, but I feel more lost and mentally tangled.
I just hope I feel better next month and get out more.
I love to write. The feel of a good pen in my hands as it glides on the page. It invites the words, the color, the creativity.
However my hands have been swelling and cramping for weeks now. I tried water pills, but I sleep and they are swollen again. There are cramps as I write. Pushing down on my palm hurts, moving it too much hurts.
It hurts to hold a pen or a fork. It hurts to make a fist. These damn cramps. I probably have arthritis or carpal tunnel syndrome.
I refuse to give up my writing. I felt due my ear issue, I had give up music. I’m not giving up my writing too.
Maybe I can get my computer fixed soon . . . So I can type more.
I’m going to the doctor soon.
I wanted to work on this dragon story for my brothers. I used Tom tell them stories at bed time. The stories were about Star wars, dragons, Harry Potter etc. Whatever story I made up, I would put them in it. I would make my special effects, sounds and I would add some humor relief.
I always wanted to write a story about dragons and add them in it. . . Bring my brothers to my created world.
However my sci-fi and fantasy muse Luna, is not that loud, busy or strong. . . Not confident as those are not my natural genres. It hard for me to get that genre because I have my head filled with horror, thriller, paranormal, drama, romance, and erotica. (My muses really have been pushing the drama and erotica.)
I guess I just miss my brothers. . . I know my inspiration will lead back if I am truly meant to write it. . . But I can’t even figure out a villain or an outline.
I feel it’s not right to fight it. I’m not giving up, but it needs to simmer in the inspiration pot some more. I learned when I push work, especially writing, I just end up stuck, in a writer’s block.
I’m just going to give my muses a chance to lead me for a while.