Hello all. It’s been a long while. Sorry about that. Health issues have done a number on me. No, I’m not suffering from the Coronavirus (thank goodness), but I’ve been dealing with some fairly unpleasant migraines. They’ve gotten worse over the past year and my neurologist (or any of my other medical care team members) can’t seem to figure out why. Basically, I get a migraine at least two to three times per week and have no way of controlling it or combatting it. None of the medicines I’ve tried have helped, and believe me, I’ve tried a lot. I’ve been in and out of the ER and had multiple hospital stays for a medicine that I can’t pronounce, called DHE for short.
Throughout my hospitalizations for DHE (a medicine given through IV), I’ve had multiple IVs infiltrate, I’ve had a couple of midlines infiltrate, and just here recently I found out that I have a blood clot in my right arm. (I hope all this typing is doing that some good). I’ve realized that nothing is more boring than lying in a hospital bed in the dark with a migraine knowing that you can’t turn on the television because it hurts your eyes, you can’t turn on the lights, you can’t read, and as a writer – you can’t write. You can only sleep so much.
Other than being in the ER and the hospital, I’ve tried nerve blocks, Botox, nasal sprays, CBD oil, and essential oil. So far, nothing seems to be doing the trick, although I do my have second Botox appointment coming up in a couple of weeks and (fingers crossed) maybe that will do the trick. I’m also on a new medication called Aimovig and my second dose is on the tenth, so hopefully that will kick in as well.
So enough about my BS health problems, let’s get to the most important topic – writing! I have to say, I’m quite proud of myself and my writing lately. I started working on a novel for Camp NaNoWriMo. I’m a bad girl though (hangs head), I started early. In all fairness, you are allowed to do that for Camp. It’s November that you aren’t allowed to do that. So, I am 20,001 words into my novel so far. Yay! Go me! That’s the farthest I’ve ever made it into a novel. The second farthest was somewhere around 10,000 words last year and I gave up when I realized that my main character had no goal and I had no three act structure going on what so ever. Yes, I’ve learned a lot since then.
Now is when I suppose I should give you some type of sneak peek into what my novel is about, but I’m not going to do that, not yet anyway. Yes, the main character has a goal and yes there is a three act structure. I’ll give you that much. I will tell you that I’m pantsing my way through it and loving every minute of it. If you don’t know what “pantsing” means, I’ll break it down for you. Basically, there are two types of writers – plotters and pantsers.
Plotters outline their books in great detail prior to writing them. They know exactly what is going to happen to each character before they write as they have already mapped out the story ahead of time. Pantsers, on the other hand, just go ahead and start writing the story, not knowing ahead of time what is going to happen to their characters. They like to find out as they write and be surprised. I am a pantser. And before you judge me, so is Stephen King.
I’m hoping to be able to update this blog a bit more regularly, so please, if you’re willing, check back for more updates. If you leave me some love, I’ll be sure to check out your page in return.
Until next time…