Yesterday, I decided to just do it, to get the last chapters down on paper even if they are really rough. I think a big part of my problem is that one of the characters that I really like needs to die. There's no working around it. His death and the exact manner of his death is the thing the story is about. I can't save him. I like writing dark comedies, which is what this one was meant to be, but it's not funny. The story turned out being tragic.
The next novel or two or maybe a series I want to write is historical fiction set in the Appalachian Mountains in the 1800's, maybe later. I'm compelled to write these stories after doing some research and hearing some stories about my ancestors. Some of them are Cherokee Indians that escaped the removal of Native Americans. More about that another day - the bottom line is these stories have no chance of being comedies either.
When I write sad stuff, it tends to bring me down. The best I can do is make the rest of everything around me as positive as possible. Not a bad thing to do when writing comedies too, now that I think about it.
So I redecorated my blog with a ridiculously upbeat background. I came up with a schedule for housework and yard work. I got my vegetables planted so I'd have the rest of the day to write. I decided to not allow my medical issues to get me down. Attitude is everything, right?
And then, with perfect comedic timing, I slipped on the brick path near my outside water faucet, went airborne, and somehow landed face down in the grass after bouncing on my bad leg first. I screamed like a little girl.
Later I asked my preschooler if I looked cool flying through the air like a karate person or just awkward. He considered it for a moment and said, "Just awkward."
I was OK at first, and then muscle spasms attacked me viciously. So I spent the rest of the day on muscle relaxants and pain meds. And I woke up this morning too groggy to write a decent sentence.
Coffee, more coffee.... I am not giving up.
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OK, actually I am giving up. Husband didn't go into the office until 10:00. The house looks like a tornado hit. Whatever.