Hard to write when you’re wacky
Due for gall bladder surgery in three days, and am euphemistically “managing my pain” in the meantime. In other words, I’m blissed out on Percocet about twelve hours a day. The pain begins a few hours after I eat for the first time, and ends about four to six hours after my last meal of the day. If I’m lucky. If I want to sleep at night at all, I eat my last meal of the day around three o’clock.
The good part is that I’ve lost nearly ten pounds since this hit two weeks ago today. The bad part? Well, hell, it’s pretty much all bad. Can’t write most of the time–the window is vanishingly small when my mind works at all. I guess the upside is that I’ll be able to write about how the drug addict feels when I need to do so for a character, but my nervousness about getting addicted diminishes what little joy I take in that possibility.
But, it will soon be over. I will have put my life on hold for three solid weeks by the time this is over. Were my boss not an understanding soul, I probably wouldn’t have a job to go back to at the end of it. I think they’re just enjoying the financial break that not paying my salary is giving their bottom line. And, in the end, it will be good for them to miss me. I guess. I’m easy about it either way–I already budgeted our finances for the rest of the year for me not getting a paycheck at all. That way, if I do get a paycheck, it will be gravy - money to put in savings (ha!) or just play around with…not always a good idea in a town with a casino!
Did send Pig out to an agent over e-mail, which took a lot of nerve, it really did. Wrote a prologue for it, changed the name to Old Flames Burning. Haven’t heard a word back from the agent yet. Need to start lining up other possibilities–just can’t wrap my mind around it while I’m “managing my pain.” If I sound disgusted with it all, then I’m writing something well enough to be understood anyway. I’ve got cabin fever. And a terrorist gall bladder that tries to bend my gut into a pretzel for about twelve hours a day. Tired of it.
