About pain and food.

My pain radates throughout my body. The right side of my body screams with pain. Some days are worse than others. Today is a bad day. So, what does one do?

Today, being Sunday, I was able to rest/sleep and ice my sore spots on and off all day. But there are days, when it is unbearably and I have so much to day. These are the days when I am in a very bad mood.

I can't shake this feeling that my body hates me. Again.

There was a sweet spot when I was able to walk a couple of miles or workout along with my favorite video. I felt better about myself, as a person and my body as the vessel for my being. I began to understand that my body didn't hate me, but hated what I did to it.

Food.

Losing myself in fiction

I haven't been writing anything of importance lately. I have been diving into the Delicious world of nighttime soap TV and corny romance novels. It is my curse and a blessing to have someplace to go to get away from what I know that I should be doing.

Okay, so I know that my goal (as it always has been) is to write a novel. I have had this as one of my goals for a long time. However, it is now my central goal. Not because it is the next big thing that I want to do, but because it is going to take a awful long time to finish. Or should I say start.


How to write a novel:
Step 1: get out and live
Step 2: write about what you know
Step 3: get it published and become world known


I started the leg (should that be finger) work when I started this blog. But as I often do, I lost sight of my goal and focused to much on the details. I do not need to write my novel this year, but I do need to write. I also need to get paid, because life isn't free & I do not have a trust fund.

So, I'm writing. I'll just call my fictional guilty pleasures research/inspiration.

Inspiration

I am inspired, people. By the very blog that I created (& you are reading). A year of daily writing was too much for this busy mom, but I miss my studies of poetry. I miss school, really. Yes, I was one of THOSE kids. I liked school & now miss it, especially my studies in literary forms (i.e. poetry). I guess that there is some short stories that needs my attention on my computer.

SO...

I vow to you now, my random sprinkling of regular readers (that would be you, Ron), there will be much more writing in the near future. At the very least, I will find my old notebook from the project & input the poetry that I physically wrote but never posted. :)