Blame it on John Scalzi

I’ve winged about the whole “What should I put on my blog?” thing before. It started when a fan (yes, I had one! Self identified and everything) said he didn’t like reading personal stuff on the blog. There’s also the fact that there are two people who…I feel, because of our histories, that they dislike me intensely and that they will creep on my blog and a) judge me or b) use what they read against me. I know that sounds like *twitch**twitch* paranoia, but there’s more to that story.

So it makes it hard to formulate posts. Amazing, how easy it is to derail yourself. If you read my Live Journal you will know everything you could possibly want to know, so it’s not like I’ve become less confessional that I used to be.

But I read John Scalzi’s heart breaking (but endearing) post where he proclaims himself the world’s greatest idiot because he lost his Airbook again and I thought. Well…why not?

My big news, outside of having so much writing to do that I’m actually slowing down (I have way too many stories uploaded right now in my head. I’m a write one at a time kind of girl, so my brain is log-jammed.) is that I am host to an alien baby.

Well, that’s what *I* choose to call it. A long time ago I twisted my ankle. Something happened to form excess cartilage, and I had it operated on, and now (well, now is sort of a misnomer, it’s been developing for awhile, but didn’t hurt until recently…I figured, if it is just going to keep coming back, why not wait until it’s a problem?) it’s back, and the arch of my foot hurts dreadfully when I walk, and so off to the Doctor I go, to see what he thinks of the MRI’s and see what he think we should do.

I’m so looking forward to trying to explain to him the concept of Pennsic and fencing…I think he will feel me quite stup…impractical, let’s go with impractical, because I have been training for two tournaments that I would like to do well in, most especially the Known World Ladies. I would really like to fence in that. Pain free, but I doubt that…I have a feeling it’s either pain-with-some-supports or surgery.

And, of course, having an over active imagination makes it all that more exciting, really, because I spend huge chunks of my day imagining what can go wrong in any given situation. Mostly this is so I can figure out creative ways to add murder, mayhem and swashbuckling to every day situations, but sometimes it shoots me in the…uh…foot.