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Day off of writing. Knitted a bit. I just can’t decide how long I want to make the cuff so about the time I think I’m ready to remove it I add a little more cuff and like it better. I think I’ll give it another inch. But gosh it feels good to knit!

Do you feel like you have more days of nada? Okay, I did have a game in my hand on my cell phone. Is that what I’ve become? That makes today a black hole.  I do realize it is Sunday as we watched CBS Sunday Morning. But not getting to sleep until 4:30 this morning. Nighttime seems awake time. Day time is distraction time. Total immersion in everything. I didn’t even think this stuff was bothering me. Nothing is different for us, the retired couple for ages before the weird. But weirdness. Especially on shopping days. Though my husband and I don’t go being the oldest here. But my brother and son go. Guilt that they are going, and risking for us makes it harder. Worrying that we might not clean good enough or that they might have caught something while out. So from Friday on through the weekend the stress wipes me out and hits on my ADD so that I am hyperfocused on anything but the craziness.

Oh, and shoot! I just lost my daily posting goal. I didn’t know it was so close to midnight. So yeah. Monday. #WDIIA

 

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “practice/practise.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

Practice makes perfect. I used to believe that. I practiced my heart out and became a less than mediocre pianist. Not only have I practiced piano until bloody, but I have also written novels until I am crazy. I admit I am not a natural talent in either art. I do have talents, but I can’t do those things anymore for various reasons. The passions are there.

That said, maybe I have been too hard on myself. There is still hope, and I need to lower my expectations for a while. Aiming for perfection during a pandemic seems a lot more stress than I need to put out there. So if I want to hit 50K, I am going to extend my goal through next month. I will write every day as much as I can. But I can’t handle the stress. Writing Pandamapocalyps helps express and explore thoughts on the virus and letting my imagination play with it. But I need to keep it fun as a stress reliever. That way, I can play with the Pandas.

By the way, my word count is at 27,047. I’ve had the laptop in my lap all day. I barely made over a thousand words more. But as I left yWriter, I was having fun in the story, so I can’t quit. I just want a little less stress. I miss knitting! I need more of that in my life.

So that is my #A2Z version of the #SoCS and CampNaNo report.


Wow! How did we get here already! It’s already Friday! It’s been so long since I have been inside a business. Somewhere on this blog, I talked about taking my Kali to the vet for her shots. Somewhere on this blog, I told about going and getting temporary fillings. By the way, they are still there. I hope they will continue to hang on. <–My first “O” word! I think it was the beginning of March. OMG! It seems like forever ago. It seems like yesterday. It reminds me of how we have always remembered common dates. We ask, ‘What were you doing when JFK was shot? Or ‘Where where you when we heard about Bobby? And the not distant past asks, Where were you working on 9/11?

This one is different. Maybe it goes like this: What was the last real day before lockdown?

The thing is, I never went anywhere before. As retired folk, we can’t afford to go anywhere. Often the bones were hurting, and I didn’t feel like going anywhere, Now, I feel like hopping in the car and just driving forever. I’ve always been a bit of a hobo, I like to travel. And fibro put an end to that. Too tired. But now I think I have rebellion working overtime. The body is still complaining. I barely have the energy to walk around the yard. But not being able to, enforced by the wicked virus, is crazy-making. Right?

So that is what day it is. Anyway, Word count that was caught up yesterday on CampNaNo. Behind again. Ouch! So I must leave you and get over to yWriter and see what I can do to fix it. My characters are having dance parties in the middle of the Pandamacalypse. And today is the day on Grey’s Anatomy that O’Malley dies. O’Malley! {See what I did there?}

 

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Not Today

 

I woke with the sound of Arya Stark’s voice. I am no longer in love with Game of Thrones. The ending was atrocious. But sometimes a good GoT quote is called for. “Not today” is what we all should be saying. But then again while in the midst of this stuff and losing track of what day it is, all we need is one more day we can’t claim.

Trash is out so I guess it’s Thursday. No Grey’s Anatomy, except all the Netflix ones I’ve been watching. But I’m still pretty sure it is Thursday. Another week has gone to blurry.

Nothing is better than a call from offspring. That makes today very special. I got to touch base with the adultrens. Everyone seems to be fine, calmer than the last time we spoke even though there are new nerve-wracking situations in each of their lives. They seem to be holding it together and keeping on a healthy path. I feel better. I’m still mom and worried but their voices help me take a breath and be grateful.

As of last night, I was 31 words ahead of goal on my CampNaNo. National Novel Writing Month started way back in 1999. I think. I read Chris Baty’s book, No Plot, No Problem I think in 2001. I have written a NaNo every year and sometimes twice a year ever since. I love writing like that. Others may never read my novels but the adventure that flies from my head through my fingers is more fun than any other novel out there. Who but me knows what I like to read? Anyway, I should let Chris Baty speak for himself.

But speaking about novel writing I have 3 and 1/2 hours to get another 1,667 words in to be on track. I have dragons and hippos fighting and an angry virus that is sentient. It doesn’t matter how big you are when it is the smallest things like atoms and viruses that can destroy everything. I hope my characters figure it out better than the government is doing it. Deep Breath. Control what you can.

By the way, What Day Is It Anyway? is a prompt from Linda G. Hill

This URL is where to learn about the A2Z Challenge

Learn more about NaNoWriMo here.

One-Liner Wednesday/A2Z-M/CampNaNo


I woke up with that running around in my head. I decided that had to be the One-liner.

Mahna Mahna

Because today the letter of the day is:

 

 

I still have about 40 minutes to continue writing on my CampNaNo. Instead of talking about that, let me share tonight’s Sunsets. I am so happy to have other things to think about than the norm. Sunsets and mornings with muppets singing in my head. That’s my miracles and mirth.

 

 


I hope you all had miraculous days or found some magic out there.

 

What Day Is It Anyway? A2Z-K


Happy Easter

See? I did know what day today was. So I hope you all had a marvelous day in spite of how this one presented itself.

That was where my spirit was. The body had a whole other thought of this day. I felt like I had been hit by a truck. Knocked down with no energy at all. I think I am in a fibro-flare. Ugh! I even think I know why. After feeling Spring  for a couple days Winter decided it wasn’t done yet. Last night was so cold and I just laid there in a tight knot and shivered. I finally saw that my husband had even pulled on his blanket so I knew it wasn’t just me. I turned up the heater and finally got some real sleep. But by then the bones and joints were feeling broken.

So fibro brain kept my writing to the minimum. Which shall be the case here, too.

Today was brought to you by the letter

#WDIIA A Prompt by Linda G. Hill

#A2ZChallenge –click on URL to see how that works. Fun!

Hope you all had a great day!


Per Linda:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “joint.” Use it as a noun, an adjective, or a verb–use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

When I saw the prompt, Joint. I started singing a song I relate to old cartoons. But I couldn’t remember the words except “This joint is jumpin'” Googled and found this YouTube. I’m sure older people or kids who were more aware of their parents’ music remember this song.

 

Isn’t it a bit weird that we are so far from the freedom of that song? Well, sometimes as we try to make the best of the moment, we dance as if no one is watching. Many have taken up the occasional joint. Can you believe I am a child of the 60s and never had a joint? I do like my CBD though and since all this happened we haven’t been able to go to the city and our little green-cross shop to get the stuff. It does help with a more painless sleep at night. You know, all that pain in the joints.

Though I am caught up on my CampNaNo, well I was last night and I have written half of today’s words. But still, today has me asking What Day Is It Anyway? Because there is just so much going on while the joint is jumping and nothing is the best part of it. When nothing happened, it means we are still healthy and happy. Just knowing that makes you feel like jumping. Singing with joy. Just saying. So back to my writing so it isn’t midnight when I finish. I’ll catch you up on the word-count tomorrow.


What Day Is It Anyway?

 

Don’t Know!

 

BUT I am finally caught up on my CampNaNo wordage! Well, I was at midnight. Oh, the quandary that was. At fifteen minutes to midnight, I needed to make sure I got a blog in so I wouldn’t lose my daily streak. I am now at 147 days that WordPress has kept track of before midnight posts I know in my heart that I have blogged daily for nearly a year, but just once if you miss and blog a minute after midnight, it starts counting from zero again. I’ve done better with Duolingo. I am on day 259. Duo does the same thing. Do it a minute after midnight, and the count starts back at zero.

So it dawned on me that all I needed to do was reblog something fast and then come back when I finished writing on my CampNaNo project. So I reblogged Linda G. Hill’s latest blog figuring if someone wanted to do the fun blog prompts she gives us. It would be a perfect place to start. Jake is your uncle, I am caught up on all counts! Today I needed 16,670 words to be right on track if I write 1,667 every day until the 30th to have 50,000 words in my novel, Pandemapocalypse. I keep rearranging the title as I have a hard time remembering it. But I think that is the right one. Anyway, the count for today-well before midnight was 16,711. Woo Hoo! The sad thing is that gene-popping dragons can catch the virus. And the virus may actually be an alien. Who knows? My characters need to figure it out. I’m just along for the ride. Well, typing.

So what day is it anyway? It is hard to tell after midnight. I haven’t gone to bed yet, so it is still Friday. That’s my opinion. Not the clock’s. I know it is Friday because and this is another stumbled, it was trash day, but at almost noon my brother realized it didn’t go out. I hadn’t thought of it, nobody in the house had thought of it. But we took our chances and rolled it out. The pick-up guys usually come at around 10:30, but last week they were later. Whew! They were late again, and our trash went away. And then it was friends’ time to Skype? Well, our first time trying Skype in forever and found it froze on my end, and the picture was fuzzy. So we went back to Zoom. That seems a better way. At least we don’t find what we talked about being advertised on our FaceBook page the next day. And only just now did I realize I didn’t make a call I promised. And last Saturday, I promised someone I would set up a time to chat, and not until the middle of last night did I realize I never called them back. Geez. I must be brain-dead! I hope these people understand that time/day wackoness is the problem and not my lack of love for them.

Okay, can I consider myself done and go to bed, please?

 


How are you all? I am so far behind in blog reading and e-mail reading that I don’t even know how to catch-up. I miss visiting all of my bloggie friends.

The good news is that as of tonight, I think I will be caught up on my CampNano word-count. As soon as I get off here, I will write 582 more words, and finally, I will be where I need to be. Today I should have 15,003. As of this moment, I have 14,421. My favorite line has been, “But the biggest enemy here is a monster so powerful it has to be seen under a microscope.” Apparently, it was spoken by the virus itself. The virus prefers to be called ZOTci.

So Haven’s characters are back and they are called to communicate with the virus while teaching a group of college students and their mothers, and now a zookeeper, how to communicate telepathically. And they have all learned how to become dragons. Little did they know that all the gene-popping (the ability to become other creatures and thereby talk with them) makes the virus stronger and could lead to the deaths of Haven’s own. The writing is fun. Mostly because I just do the typing. My muse tells me the story and I just write it down.

So this is my edition of the #AtoZChallenge, combined with my CampNaNo report. Click on the links to learn more.

Now on to CampNaNo…

 

Then to bed.

Pleasant dreams all! And stay safe and healthy!


My husband shared this with me on FaceBook. I think it fits with our confusion quite well!

Check out Linda G. Hill’s prompting page for #WDIIA She knows how it feels!

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