Wednesday, April 07, 2010
Ah, my life is never dull.
(Yes I know. I missed a day. Keep reading and you'll figure out why. It's not hard--Monday, I couldn't type.)
At any rate, after an early morning trip to my doctor, an awful, harrowing, long needle-filled hour, I received the news I least wanted to hear.
Bedrest. Ten days. Again.
And, since my shoulder hurts so badly it's hard to type, that means no extensive writing. (I'm cheating with this post, but I'm typing one-handed. It takes forever) So my initial hopes of having Terella in presentable shape by the RT convention are now endangered. I did get a huge cortisone shot today, so maybe it'll start working quickly and I can get back to it. It better, anyway--anytime a needle that damn big goes into my shoulder which is already hurting, I'd better see quick results.
At any rate--between the doctor and the subsequent trip to the Walmart pharmacy and the obligatory waiting forever for new prescriptions to be filled, I lost my entire morning. I set up camp on the couch in the living room, and with two new books I'd bought for pleasure reading (which I have sorely missed), a couple of cats (they switched out every hour or so) and a big glass of ice water (craving it like a mother) I settled down for an afternoon of absolute brain and body rest while brainless shows on television made a soothing and yet uninteresting noise in the house.
This lasted for an hour.
Then I cracked and opened the laptop.
I spent a couple of hours answering emails, working on proposals, talking to one of my writers (Lizzie T. Leaf--she's a dear lady and we had a lovely and productive conversation), and making one of my infamous lists--something I could type a little at a time.
By four, the roast I'd put in the crockpot was starting to smell fabulous. I went back to one of the new books and finished it. By the by, it takes me a little over two hours to read your standard romance novel of 350 pages. I picked up a couple of historical romances by popular writers to see what the market was looking like. And then at six, I gave up just a little bit more and started to edit. I figured it wasn't really cheating; after all, most of what I do as an editor is backspace over offending sections and leave little comments, right?
At eleven, when the pain in my shoulder was bad enough that I was ready to cry, I realized I'd been editing for five hours straight. I took my meds, turned on an old movie (Dragonwyck with Gene Tierney and Vincent Price and Walter Huston) and finally went to sleep a little after twelve thirty.
But what a depressing day--no word count total, only about forty pages edited and nothing really to get excited about as far as productivity.
But what the hey--I got two new books, my friend Gini Koch's new novel was released by DAW (Touched by an Alien--go get a copy now!) and I had roast beef for dinner. No great loss without some small gains, I guess.