Oh HAI!
So, I know it’s been a month since I’ve graced you with my presence and everyone’s been refreshing constantly trying to find out if my eye issue resolved itself.
You can breathe a sigh of relief. It did.
However, I apparently shared with all and sundry (so sorry) including my kid who ended up with the most horrific eye infection I’ve ever seen. Five doctor’s visits, including the ophthalmologist, lots of drops and ointments and finally oral antibiotics, and it’s finally *knock on all the wood* cleared up.
It was so bad that I came back a day early from my Vegas conference to take care of the little freak.
In the care of the sister wife whilst I was winging my way home.
At his ophthalmologist appointment, nine days into the oral antibiotics, there was still infection present all around that poor right eye, but at least he could open it by then.
Eye exams are way more fun for the small set
The good news is that other than the disgusting tears of blood issue, he has perfect vision! Hooray?
Of course, this immediately preceded the most important holiday of all time. Halloween.
The Bean was Captain Barnacles, but refused to wear either the polar bear hat or the Captain’s hat, so he mostly looked like a kid in blue pajamas.
I am dressed as Captain Barnacle’s polar bear mother in this shot.
The architect, sister-wife & I threw a party on the 30th and it was great fun. I took zero pictures, so you’ll have to content yourself with this photo of me as The Morrigan, Celtic battle goddess and chooser of the slain.
You may be saying to yourself, wait…isn’t that what you did last year?
NO, people…stay with me. Last year I was a Valkyrie – a NORSE battle goddess and chooser of the slain.
Hallowe’en itself was, of course, the architect’s and my nine-year anniversary, so we got gussied up and went out for a night on the town. We partied like it was 1999. Or something.
And now, here we are, the ninth day of November.
It’s writing month for me. I finished edits on my book I’d been working on the last week of October and sent them off to my PSM. She has assured me that it didn’t suck. She did, however, complain that there was not enough surprise breastmilk fetishes or shockers, so I’ll need to remedy that for book two. (She did not say that.)
So now I’m 16K words into a new book. Different series. This one is less light (if you can call a mid-apocalyptic book light) and is requiring lots more research.
But a small sampling of what I need to read.
I’m having to beef up my Swedish language lessons and spend most of my time alone in the car listening to language tapes now (instead of Irish drinking songs). I actually bought a book in Swedish and was relieved that I understood enough to accurately calculate the exchange rate from Krona to dollars.
In addition, I’ve gotten really, really serious about the writing this year.
All the most serious writers exercise their craft in mythological creature onesies.
Happy November! I hope all of you nanowrimo-ers are killing your word counts and at least a few of your characters.
Every year I dedicate my month of writing to my Dad – an avid nanowrimo-er himself – and this year is no different. He appears on my buddy list each year and I will never take him off.
Always my writing inspiration
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