Sorry, everybody. Things have not gotten easier as I expected. The house we put an offer in on flooded twice. Today, I have to drive round trip four hours to go see a special doctor. *sigh* Will keep you all updated.
Here is an update on what is going on:
Writing: I’m working frantically on my first round of edits, trying to get them done and back to the editor. As you all know I’ve had a hell of a time the last few weeks, but hopefully things are going to even out now.
Pregnancy: I’m entering the fourteenth week and am hoping the danger is behind me now. I appear to have a sub-chorionic hemorrhage, but it seems to be resolving itself. I would love if you all would cross your fingers, send kind thoughts, pray, etc. I just want the baby to be okay.
House-hunting: Our offer has been accepted and is moving forward. It should have less paperwork to deal with now, and hopefully less stress. Our mortgage is going forward as well, although there is more paperwork to be dealt with there.
House-selling: Other than taking care of my son, this is going to be the biggest time-consumer in my life at the moment. My husband and I are trying to make the house as pretty as we can, as the real estate agent is coming out next weekend to take pictures of the house and officially list it for sale. My poor husband spent Father’s Day staining the front deck, but I made it up to him by making snow-crab for supper.
Child-rearing: My son is healthy, happy, and well. I can’t ask for more than that, even if last week he somehow became convinced that the blue people from Avatar are coming to get him, and now repeatedly wakes up at night. *Note to self- Don’t flip through the channels at 8 o’clock at night while son is in the room. You never know what might bother a little kid.
P.S. My posting schedule will be Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday. Hopefully things will be calmer now and there won’t be any lapses.
Here’s what I discovered; if you try to apply for a mortgage, make an offer on a house, do edits on your first novel, and take care of your two-year-old son by yourself for twelve hours a day while you’re in the first trimester of your pregnancy, you’re going to have to deal with lots and lots of stress.
I don’t know if it’s the stress or what, but I ended up in the emergency room with some trouble with the baby. We seem to be okay for now, although I guess it’s kind of a waiting game at this point. I hate to say it, but I think I’m going to have to take a vacation from the blog for a week. I’ll resume posting on Thursday the 14th (of June). See you all then.
I’ve always heard that you are supposed to write about things that make you angry, things that have hurt you, things that scare you. This is great advice, if you’re a brave writer. But what if you’re not?
I’m not going to lie. My life hasn’t been the easiest one in the world. It’s been filled with angry, hurtful, scary things. It finally seemed to even out about six years ago. These past six years have been the happiest of my life. So you’d think I’d be able to use all the terrible things I went through as great material for my writing, right? Wrong.
I’ve used some of it, some of the less awful stuff, but truth be told, I’m afraid to revisit the rest. I don’t want to go back there. I don’t want to remember. I know I’m not the only one who’s been through hell. I’m sure that writing about what I went through would help other people. But I just can’t bring myself to do it. Not yet anyway.
What about you? Are you a brave writer? How did you make yourself go back there, to the bad stuff? Because I just don’t know if I can do it.