Sunday 25 August 2024

It's as good a title as any

Gone Fishing 


Not actually gone fishing, but made a list of must do...

Finish WIP

Dust because the great-grandchildren of the dust bunnies are complaining there's no room for them.

Finish WIP

Finish emptying the box of who knows what that hasn't been opened since we moved Only 3 1/2 years not bad. Last time we moved I found  box still sealed from when we moved 30 years before! Oops. (It was at the back of the upstairs storage in the garage though. I found my nutcrackers in it.)

Finish WIP

Check what's in the fridge—should sardines smell so strongly?

Finish WIP

There seems to be a bit of a theme here. Housework and writing.

Stroke my new cover for the book due out on 30th

Finish WIP

Cuss and try to sort out how to get my Katy Lilley book errors fixed and get it up in paperback

Finish WIP.

So on that note, I'll reintroduce myself to the lovely long-suffering wine-bearing husband, and promise to be back on here soon.

Take care,

Happy Reading,

Love Raven xxx




Sunday 18 August 2024

Snacks, support and shelving the story

 Three things I've thought a lot about these past weeks.

Why?

Three reasons.

Not being as hungry as usual. 

Not being as mobile as I usually am.

Not 'feeling' the story is on the right track.


But then there is this...

I realise how lucky I am to know that for every reason I have a positive conclusion. Or a least I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.


At the moment, I can see all three things are, up to a point, intertwined.

Snacks...The snacks are important to the other two reasons.

I took a while to regain my appetite after my op. I like snacking while I write.

I couldn't have snacked without support from the lovely husband feeding me what I fancied.







Don't judge me. It worked.

And friends...

Support both from the lovely dh... and from friends.  Some who who are no longer with us


But who I can still 'hear' nagging me, cuddling me and egging me on


And those friends both home and away, who chat, help, are truthful honest and caring. You all know who you are. you are honest and tell me what's needed, not what I want to hear. you support me.


Even if it is 'yes, delete it'



That's when I shelve the book for a various number of reasons...
Too long/boring/floundering, and I can't get into the ending.
And then, once I know my three s' are in line, I can carry on. Eat properly, use the support wisely, and know i've shelved the story until I feel it might be worth looking over again.

Happy whatever,

Thanks for being here,

love Raven xxx





Sunday 4 August 2024

the tale of the invisible crutches

 Well it's getting on for 8 weeks now since I confirmed something I already suspected.

And I still find it shocking.

It's an everyday occurrence for a lot of people.

Let me explain.

I had a knee replacement a few weeks ago, so of course I am using crutches—of which more later.

Several years ago I spent a fair bit of time with someone I then knew, who was in a wheel chair. I was surprised and horrified by the number of people who seemed oblivious to the chair and almost ploughed into it. Expecting the user to see them and move out of the way. Something that was not always easy. Especially when the other person could sidestep with ease.

The number of tuts and dirty looks was frankly astounding. 

Did those people think the wheelchair user was in it for fun? That they shouldn't be on the pavement or seaside promenade? I wish I'd dared to ask.

Is it the same with pushchairs? Weirdly when I pushed my children I didn't find that. Were people more aware in those days or was I less aware? I'm not sure.

But it meant that when I felt stable and able enough to head out on my two crutches I had no idea what might await. (Happily I'm down to one now)


(It was ah, shall we say, a bit bracing!)

BEWARE
(sad rant alert)

I didn't realise how invisible crutches were. How people don't see them, or think they must be a figment of their imagination.

And as they aren't there, why should anyone need to give way to you? Give you room to manoeuvre, or even shock horror time to more to one side so they can walk on regardless.

Or scoot or cycle past you so close, so if you wobbled you'd be under their wheels. And apparently neither notice or care.

No need to make sure their dog doesn't trip you up, or get its lead tangled around you legs or crutch, their child doesn't bang into you or they ignore you and growl if you don't move fast enough out of their way.

Invisible.

Now, not everyone is like that,

The majority aren't. They are kind, courteous and aware. Smile and move or stop out of your way. Say hello and nice day or whatever. Nod when you give them your heartfelt thanks.

It's really opened my eyes.

Now I'm lucky. I'm now down to one stick outside and none indoors. Taking painkillers when needed, and doing my exercises. Another month or so I should be able to walk without a stick outside.

And I'll darned well make sure I'm in the kind, courteous and move aside brigade.

That's it today. I feel better getting it off my chest so to speak.

onwards and upwards.

Have a great week everyone,

Love Raven xxx

*** Book of my week***

Jack Cartwright
No More Blood