Title Much?
Or
Hashtag Much?
Get ready, this is April and I am connecting to all the things I am trying to do while, oh, I can’t resist:
So as the title suggests I am trying to remember #What Day Is It Anyway?
That’s easy. The trash is out for tomorrow’s pick up. I’m watching Grey’s Anatomy. Oh, yeah. this is Netflix. I decided I needed something to play in the background while I write. Hence rerunning from Season 1 on. I am now at Season 2 Episode 2: Deny, Deny, Deny.
I know. Why do I, with all this medical stuff going on, choose to watch medical shows, or disaster shows. If there is a psychiatrist out there, I hope they answer. Meanwhile, the most angst I get is how poor Meredith has to deal with her mother and how I relate. Differently, yet. I get it. ‘Ah, denial isn’t a river in Egypt,’ as Meredith says, ‘it’s an ocean.’. Seriously?!
We need yet another hashtag: #What Time Is It Anyway? I can’t believe that I was up since 7 (I usually don’t get up until 9:30 or 10. But as opposed to staying awake until 3 in the morning. Last night I didn’t read. But I hadn’t napped. So crash time happened at midnight last night. Ugh! Anyone else having weird hours? Geez! No wonder my brain is weirding me out if I leave it alone to its own devices.
So I thought about doing CampNaNo. But by the time sleep overcame me I had no idea what I was going to do. I couldn’t believe I was going to let one slide, but I assumed I’d deal with it. Below is a synopsis of what I’ve written so far. I think the story is actually better than what I tried here. But objectivity isn’t a quality I have during pandemics
I woke up hearing BBBB or 4B. Yeah, brain, shut up I want to sleep. I heard my new characters laughing in my head. I saw a pile of curly chocolate licorice. I didn’t understand why that was so funny. Then I saw my main character, Lizzy, whose nickname is exactly BBBB or 4B. Then I heard why. Lizzy and her friends had known each other since babies. Her friend April learned at a young age how to fix Lizzy’s hair from Lizzy’s mom. April’s first do was two ponytails. Lizzy’s mom gushed with, “Big, Beautiful, Black, Buns!” The girls had been so proud. And that is how Lizzy got that nickname. As teens, the guys found out and the nickname and teased Lizzy. But she cupped her ponytails and walked away with pride.
The pile of candy? What was so funny? Well, in the middle of a pandemic, when one sneezes on the candy that looks so much like those buns, and your best friend sneezes and you see the same thing, AND you almost pick up a piece of that candy anyway but the look on your best friend’s face reflects the same thing, you laugh. It’s what you do.
So now I have 1,579 words on my new NaNo I’ve titled ‘Pandemapolypse’. Who needs fiction when real life gives such crazy scenarios to start with? I need 3,334 words before bed. I’m a little less than halfway there. So I best go get done!
And there my Sesame Street friends is #CampNaNo/#A-to-Z representation. Brought to you by:
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Ugh, I feel you, I’ve been up since 4:30 cause my Duolingo app blinged and woke me up…then the worrying started and I could not go back to sleep. Why do we worry about what we can’t control? I don’t know but I do it constantly. I’m ready for this mess to be over before I crack up. No one in my family is treating this like it’s real, and I’m so worried about my dad staying save and well. I’m praying my brother is well and didn’t inadvertently bring something into his house. I will pray for you too, that you stay save and well!
That craziness is worse once in bed for the night. At least during the day, I have tons of distractions. I’m the oldest of our family. But the youngers haven’t yet gotten the worry and most importantly actions of isolation down to a fine science.
AH! It’s the lack of sleep doing for me too, it’s really getting me down. Hubby likes to have a talk radio station on at night so my brain is being bombarded with Covid 19. It’s getting to me too. I am here in the kitchen since stupid o’ clock feeling anxious and I don’t know why 💜🌈.
Sounds like you’ve made a good start on your story.💜🌈
I think so. But I need to get over there and add more. Sorry for the lack o’ sleep. Anxiousness seems to be growing. I thought my son was going to have a serious panic attack, He just got back from grocery shopping with my brother and there was a step where he didn’t wash his hands. But all he needed to do was wash them then and there and it was all good. He was thoroughly shaken. I think it is because he had gone from it’s a hoax, to it isn’t that bad, to totally, finally getting how bad it really is. And as we know who have been on the dark seriousness of it for a couple weeks, it is just a matter of a new normal and if you do there is little else one can do.😴🤗 And look what I found on the laptop emojis🐉!
Yea a dragon 🐉🌈 . I do feel sorry for your son he needs to breath and count to ten . All we can do keep calm and clean . Be well and safe 💜🌈🌈
Thanks! And yes, breathing. I have to admit that I was happy to see him take it seriously as I was afraid he was thinking it a hoax. But that assured me he’s got the idea. You be safe and well, also! 🐲💜💜💜🌈
I am glad he has it sorted in his head now. 🐉🌈🌈🌈💜
Me, too!
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