News with whine and cheese
The news, so if you don’t want the whining you can skip the rest. Necking is out today (I have a short story in there). Also, the awesome interviewed me for Sequential Tart. We discuss m/m novels and how to achieve world peace. Or just m/m romances.
For the whine:
My physical therapist upped my exercise regimen, and the result is that the parts of my shoulders and neck which have worked hard to keep from being properly placed are now staging a full-scale revolt which cumulated last night in a midnight bender. They’ve discovered a winning strategy in misaligning in a place at the back of my skull which cannot be reached by the TENS unit and which both fogs my use of language and makes me feel out-of-sync with the planet, which makes me feel paranoid and ready to burst into tears at any moment. Sadly, none of that is colorful exaggeration. It’s some weird pulse point thing; intellectually I know there’s no reason to scream, but my animal brain really wants to scream and freak out. So I drugged myself into oblivion, then lay awake half the night having weird half-dreams. And now I get to go to the pool. What has me running scared is I know (and knew this was coming even before yesterday) this is just a foretaste of the feast to come. I’m going to hurt like this all week. All. Week. And maybe the next too, and the next, until my body figures out that it can’t get out of new exercises by making me fear them from pain. Handily, one of the two WIPs has a good release valve for this. The other is so fun it’s criminal. So hopefully this is enough to get me by.
For the cheese:
I had probably my best Mother’s Day ever yesterday, even though I had body weirdness in the middle of it. Anna and I skipped fellowship, which let her play while I wrote. We had lunch with Dan at work, then got her to her make-up horse lesson before heading out to Reiman Gardens to see the gnomes. It was cold and I didn’t feel well, so mostly we poked around a bit before deciding we would come back on a warmer day and with the whole family, but we did find several gnomes, including the world’s largest concrete gnome, and we jumped on the new music grid near the rose garden. Of course, we also saw the butterflies. After that we did a drive-by at the CIA write-in at Cafe Milo, then headed home with Dan for leftovers for dinner and a family viewing of the first installment of Planet Earth. WOW. We were all very impressed and can’t wait for the next. After this, Dan and I watched Doctor Who, "The Time of Angels," while Anna remained pointedly out of the room. I retired to bed early with Anna snuggled next to me, and we’ll just pretend the weird body stuff didn’t happen because it’s a nicer end to the day.
I got great presents: an umbrella (gorgeous umbrella! I want it to rain NOW!) and the Sherlock Holmes DVD. I got an email from my baby sister which I reread four or five times and cried every time. (In a good way.) I got to spend a great day with my daughter and a wonderful evening with my family.
This week’s agenda is an edit of The Sweet Son, my turn at the joint project with David, and more work on the dueling WIPs. And the battle of wills with my body. I’d like to say we’re going to come to some sort of Zenlike harmony and understanding, but I have the feeling it’s going to be a battle first.