Amanda Frederickson's Blog: Musings - Posts Tagged "brain"
Can't Brain. I has the dumb.
Braaaaiiinnsss. *Shuffle shuffle.*
The brain is fried. I wish I could sleep for a week. Instead, up early for errands.
April's Camp Nanowrimo is over. Sadly, I don't have a shiny new winner's certificate, but I do have a book that has everything but an ending. This is turning into a nanowrimo habit. Beginning and middle but no ending. Thing is, I don't think I can call it a bad habit.
Ok, not good for my word count losing streak, but over the last three days of frantic typing I could feel the story getting thinner and thinner as I buzzed through the middle. There are a few patches that are going to need some serious filling out. On the other hand, at least the skeleton is on paper to be fleshed out.
I'm already a bit twitchy when it comes to endings (ok, they terrify me, even when I know from the beginning how it's going to end, just because they're that important for the story). For this case, maybe it's better that I didn't rush through it for the sake of a shiny new winner's certificate.
On the other hand, I like shiny new winner's certificates. *Sigh.*
I'm glad I tackled this particular project though, because it does take place after Kingstone, and they share a few characters. Now I know to play up a few incidents in Kingstone that I might not have otherwise.
That's another thing: I wanted to come out the other side of camp ready to get back into Kingstone, and I am.
Ok, maybe after a nap. *Drops dead.*
The brain is fried. I wish I could sleep for a week. Instead, up early for errands.
April's Camp Nanowrimo is over. Sadly, I don't have a shiny new winner's certificate, but I do have a book that has everything but an ending. This is turning into a nanowrimo habit. Beginning and middle but no ending. Thing is, I don't think I can call it a bad habit.
Ok, not good for my word count losing streak, but over the last three days of frantic typing I could feel the story getting thinner and thinner as I buzzed through the middle. There are a few patches that are going to need some serious filling out. On the other hand, at least the skeleton is on paper to be fleshed out.
I'm already a bit twitchy when it comes to endings (ok, they terrify me, even when I know from the beginning how it's going to end, just because they're that important for the story). For this case, maybe it's better that I didn't rush through it for the sake of a shiny new winner's certificate.
On the other hand, I like shiny new winner's certificates. *Sigh.*
I'm glad I tackled this particular project though, because it does take place after Kingstone, and they share a few characters. Now I know to play up a few incidents in Kingstone that I might not have otherwise.
That's another thing: I wanted to come out the other side of camp ready to get back into Kingstone, and I am.
Ok, maybe after a nap. *Drops dead.*
Tinkerbell Syndrome
Tinkerbell Syndrome: the inability to feel more than one thing at a time.
I feel numb. My brain is so tangled don't know which way to turn.
We lost Jamie. He had another blood clot and the vet said he would probably develop more, so Mizu decided to let him go. Days later we lost Skippy, the dog who had been my parent's "house guest" since I was in high school. Two days after that I caught Pippin trying to pee outside the litter box, except nothing was coming out. I took him to the vet. They said it was a UTI and put him on antibiotics. Then, I got a phone call from our landlord. Somehow we missed a rent payment and now owed them two months. Due June 1. The next day, Pippin started throwing up everywhere and didn't want to do anything but curl up at my feet. We rushed him to the pet hospital. They said he was now completely blocked and should be admitted for IV fluids and a catheter. I went home in tears with an empty crate. I wouldn't be able to bring him home for another three days. Three days that would cost a month and a half of rent.
Pippin did well at the hospital. They said he was hyperactive and talking to them a lot. It made me laugh. When I went in to pick him up, I was nervous they would bring out the wrong cat. But there he was, ear tufts and all, wide eyed and unhappy about being crated yet again. He was such a car veteran at this point that he barely fussed at all on the way home. He had three different meds to take and hated them all, but finally finished them yesterday.
This morning I caught him peeing blood.
The vet said he probably needs more antibiotics. That it isn't an emergency. I don't even know what to think anymore. The wires have been cut.
It feels like a very small thing, after all that's been going on, but I decided to do a giveaway for two print copies of Keystone. The end date is June 21st, which is when I had hoped to release Kingstone, but it's definitely looking like that isn't going to happen right now. But by hook or by crook, the next giveaway I do will be advance copies of Kingstone.
Here is the giveaway page: https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/sh...
I feel numb. My brain is so tangled don't know which way to turn.
We lost Jamie. He had another blood clot and the vet said he would probably develop more, so Mizu decided to let him go. Days later we lost Skippy, the dog who had been my parent's "house guest" since I was in high school. Two days after that I caught Pippin trying to pee outside the litter box, except nothing was coming out. I took him to the vet. They said it was a UTI and put him on antibiotics. Then, I got a phone call from our landlord. Somehow we missed a rent payment and now owed them two months. Due June 1. The next day, Pippin started throwing up everywhere and didn't want to do anything but curl up at my feet. We rushed him to the pet hospital. They said he was now completely blocked and should be admitted for IV fluids and a catheter. I went home in tears with an empty crate. I wouldn't be able to bring him home for another three days. Three days that would cost a month and a half of rent.
Pippin did well at the hospital. They said he was hyperactive and talking to them a lot. It made me laugh. When I went in to pick him up, I was nervous they would bring out the wrong cat. But there he was, ear tufts and all, wide eyed and unhappy about being crated yet again. He was such a car veteran at this point that he barely fussed at all on the way home. He had three different meds to take and hated them all, but finally finished them yesterday.
This morning I caught him peeing blood.
The vet said he probably needs more antibiotics. That it isn't an emergency. I don't even know what to think anymore. The wires have been cut.
It feels like a very small thing, after all that's been going on, but I decided to do a giveaway for two print copies of Keystone. The end date is June 21st, which is when I had hoped to release Kingstone, but it's definitely looking like that isn't going to happen right now. But by hook or by crook, the next giveaway I do will be advance copies of Kingstone.
Here is the giveaway page: https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/sh...
