Kids Taste Like Chicken or Short Story Frustration

First thanks to all the twitterpates, blog sweeties, and absolute writers who have sent me well wishes the last week.  It really does make my day when you remind me that people care.  It’s hard going through this without family to help, and your kindness means the world.

*wipes tear*

Okay, so enough of the mushy stuff.

The last few days, other than painful in an ouch-my-side-has-a-huge-hole-in-it sort of way have also been painful in a writery way.

I finished up my extended outline/rough draft/bunch of scenes thing last week and was totally enthused to get started on a polished first draft this week.  Like a kid at Christmas excited.

And then my three small children, like a host of locusts, came in a ate all of my enthusiasm away.

They can’t help it.  My husband leaves for work, they wake up, Mommy is exhausted from recovering from chemo or whatever and I sleep in a bit.  They make cereal and watch cartoons until I get up and about.  They seem to stay pretty docile as I wander around getting coherent, but it seems like the second I go upstairs and sit down to write, they turn into whirling dervish hats and crawl on top of my head.

One wants to play computer games on the other desk here, one wants to ridicule the first, and the third is dropping foodstuff and terrorizing the dog while asking if they can look at petpetpark or something.  So I get up and get pay attention to them even though all I want is to sit and write and not wheeze when I walk.  Everything returns to calm.  Then I sit back down and suddenly I am in the middle of a lightsabre fight and someone wants to be helf and someone broke a picture with a ball and suddenly … I find myself writing a short story where a race of aliens traps and eats a families children.

I know, I’m horrible.  In my defense, it made me feel better, and it came out pretty good, too.

I don’t usually write short stories, but I just needed to vent and write, and this worked.  I’m going to submit it to an anthology contest and see what happens, I’m just waiting to find a beta reader.  Whatever works, right?

And btw, if you DO know if kids taste like chicken, I don’t want to know. 😀

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Biopsies and Book Art

I will spare you the ugly bloody band aid picture, but today I went and had what I hope is to be my last stomach biopsy.

I have been responding well to the chemo, my blood numbers are normal, if anemic, my kidney is hanging in there, and if things are close to where my doctor guesses, I may be in an acceptable remission!  Woot!

Pray for me guys, pray for me.

Since the hubby couldn’t take more time off work, and we have no family in a 12 hour driving distance, and also no sitter, I ended up calling a neighbor to keep a look out for the house being on fire and left the oldest child to watch the boys while I went to have my needle biopsy. Scary, yes.  However, she helps me with them all the time, and watches other people’s kids to boot.

I left her with a phone, and took off.  The drive was 4 minutes.  The oncologists office was prepped and ready for me, as soon as I walked in the door, I was led straight back, helped to strip, and slathered in ultrasound gel.  This all took less than 5 minutes.  Within another 10, the doctor walks in, and as we discussed, performs a no anesthetic needle biopsy of my stomach and omentum.  Ow, ow, ow.  Everything is out, I am dressed and pukeing in a trash can in another 10, and after a quick bandage up and a promise that I will call when I get home, I am back out the door and another 5 minute drive home.

So 40 minutes round trip for what ends up being an all day event for most people.  That, my friends, is how we get *bleep* DONE. 😀

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On a whole other front, I am obsessed the last week or two with trying to sketch a fairly pivotal piece of jewelry from TOME (my current WIP).

I even tried to hire someone from craigslist to sketch it out for me, but everyone was either skeezy or wanted like $150.  Ummm, no.  I just want to see what it looks like from someone who can draw more than a frog-rabbit ( which is what all my animals look like).  And then I want to find someone on Etsy who does wire jewelry to make me a piece that looks like the sketch.

I started looking at other people’s book art to see what kind of work they had, and now have almost 30 windows open of various pieces I like in a vainglorious attempt at pretending that I will one day be in the position to demand book art to my standards.  *sigh*

 

Once I get done pukeing and rolling around in pain, I’m going to get back to work polishing and fixing my ms.  Then I will daydream some more.  Also probably eat a cookie, because I deserve it.