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Writing - words are hard
Jan. 30th, 2018 11:22 amI'm supposed to be finishing an extremely short - overdue- story for Clexmas. It is my third attempt to flesh out a bunny. The other two stories stopped dead and I couldn't restart them. After about 200 words this morning, I had to stop because my brain was fuzzing out again. I clicked thru on a Netflix notice in my mail and somehow ended up watched "Unrest" which is about Chronic Fatigue Syndrome or myalgic encephalomyelitis.
In other words, my life along with fibromyalgia, lupus, rheumatoid arthritis and on and on...
Thankfully, I'm not as severe as the people documented, but I went from a fulfilling career, dancing hours every week, riding a motorcycle, writing 1000 words a day, to a couch-bound existence where words constantly escape me. My dogs are the only thing that can get me moving, but even that is limited. A trip to the pet store yesterday (minus dogs) sent me to bed for 12 hours of sleep that didn't feel like enough. When it's nice enough to walk outside with them, a slow 1/2 kilometer is a huge accomplishment that wipes me out for the rest of the day. I am basically a hermit because people carry germs I cannot fight off due to a crippled immune system.
Enough whining for now. I need to finish and post this story today and to remind myself of this struggle the next time I contemplate signing up for exchanges or challenges.
ETA: Four hours later I managed to post the story. I shall now imitate broccoli the rest of the day.
In other words, my life along with fibromyalgia, lupus, rheumatoid arthritis and on and on...
Thankfully, I'm not as severe as the people documented, but I went from a fulfilling career, dancing hours every week, riding a motorcycle, writing 1000 words a day, to a couch-bound existence where words constantly escape me. My dogs are the only thing that can get me moving, but even that is limited. A trip to the pet store yesterday (minus dogs) sent me to bed for 12 hours of sleep that didn't feel like enough. When it's nice enough to walk outside with them, a slow 1/2 kilometer is a huge accomplishment that wipes me out for the rest of the day. I am basically a hermit because people carry germs I cannot fight off due to a crippled immune system.
Enough whining for now. I need to finish and post this story today and to remind myself of this struggle the next time I contemplate signing up for exchanges or challenges.
ETA: Four hours later I managed to post the story. I shall now imitate broccoli the rest of the day.