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30 Day Blog Challenge, Day 14

Lord. I am at Hooters with people from work, for the Rousey match. People from my husband’s work, not mine. 

I gotta say, I don’t get paying for her fights. I mean, you’re plonking down how much money? And, for how many seconds?? No. 

My laptop died on me 😒. I wonder if I need to buy a second charge cord to keep at work? Although, I did sit at work and write for 2 hours, waiting for Chris to get off work. Maybe that’s what it was…

Ah well. Here is yesterday’s post. Enjoy!

And today, I will reveal 3 healthy habits… 

Listen folks, I am fat, lazy, and out of shape. But, let me try this… 

  1. I get my eight hours of sleep. 
  2. I do watch what I eat, limiting carbs, alcohol, and sugar. 
  3. I quit smoking. 

I would love to add that I go to the gym, but I lost the habit when I lost my father, and something is just keeping me from it. But, I am getting so tired lately. Maybe it’s time for a change. 

What are three of your healthy habits? 

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Music As Muse

I bet I have addressed this before, so forgive me in advance if it’s a rinse cycle for you.

We all (most) know that music is an important part of the creative process. For some, it is only the doorway leading to the creative process. These people might get an idea from the music, but their actual creating occurs within dead silence.

The very thought gives me the shudders.

For me, music is there every step of the way. Songs inspire scenes, whether just one scene or the theme of the entire novel. Music is on as I write, as I plot, as I think.

The only time music is not part of my creative process is when I am sleeping. I need absolute darkness and complete silence to sleep. And yes, I am creating even in my sleep. The notepad on my phone is full of midnight and 3 am scribbles.

But right now, I am struggling with my writing and it led me to wonder, do I have enough of the right music for my writing?

See, I have always been able to blaze through my writing regardless of the music in the background. Not so this project.

Now, I am not blaming the music. Absolutely not. It is a number of things – depression, anxiety, characters and plot that will not cooperate.

Still, I briefly considered blaming the music – the words don’t work because I don’t have the right music. Not so, laura – stop placing blame where it does not belong.

I mean, this blog post wrote itself just fine after all, did it not?

For me, the lesson was clear –
stop trying to force an idea just because it seemed cute. Especially when the characters are dragging their heels, kicking and screaming every step of the way.

I know. I’ve heard it before – you have to see it through. Why? Why make myself miserable spinning in circles? I just can’t do that.

So, Sarah and Stratford are getting what they want – a new story, a second chance. Literally and figuratively. One that, hopefully, better fits them.

The good news here:
A) The available time frame expands as I am no longer bound by the Regency. In fact, my friend and I just discussed this – Regency is overdone. I love, love, love to read it but I don’t necessarily like to write it.
2.) Despite the plot changes and time changes, quite a bit of my existing work is salvageable and can be used in the new story line. Clearly, my mind knew what was going on before I did.

It is Friday. Here’s my First Line. It actually came to me as I was creating the 7 beats. How odd. It is clearly not one sentence. That’s OK.

“Westerfell.” Richard’s clipped greeting hit her ears seconds before his possessive hand curled about the small of her back. The world disappeared around her. This man – this was Rupert’s heir.

Bloody hell.

Now, I bid you adieu. With a question, of course: How do you mix music with your writing?

I slept in until almost 10:30 this morning. It was luxurious. Since my little health scare last Monday, I’ve put myself on a rather…regimented schedule. I get up at 7 am every day now, go to bed at 10 pm each night.

Oh, that’s right – I didn’t tell you about my health scare. I fight to keep personal stuff off here, but let us be honest with each other. I am a writer, and just about every aspect of my life affects my writing. So here it is – I am obese. My own fault, absolutely. Not genetics, not any mysterious illnesses. I lazed and ate my way to 311 pounds. And then I was diagnosed with diabetes. Shocker, I know. Well, like most Type II diabetics, I was initially placed on Metformin. And it does NOT agree with my body. So, I would stop taking it. Then I was without insurance for a while… And even though I lost 30 pounds several years ago, I recently found myself back up to 298.

So there I was last Monday, meeting my new doctor. They did a quick little finger prick blood sugar test and apparently (I didn’t see the results) their machine said my sugar was at 908. Now, I told the doctor I didn’t think that was right. I felt fine. And I don’t mean “I’m used to feeling this way” fine, but like LEGITIMATE “I’m good” fine. But he sent me immediately to the ER. So 30 minutes later, the hospital is testing me and the reading is 314. They then did a better test and it was actually 324.

Exactly. Still unbelievably high but absolutely not “you’re going to slip into a coma and die at any minute” high, which is basically what the doctor told me. Either way, I’m staring down the barrel of 40 and I have plans to move to some form of tropical island in ten years so I kind of need to be alive – and legitimately healthy – to do that.

I am now taking Januvia with NONE of those adverse side affects of Metformin (look it up. There’s one in particular that made working impossible. Remember Olestra??). I am monitoring my sugar 7 times a day – wake up and then before/after every meal. It’s not where it needs to be yet, BUT it’s been under 300 the last few days AND even under 200 upon occasion. I am also monitoring every bit of food I eat with MyFitnessPal and we are officially back in the gym. Starting out, it’s cardio 3 times a week to acclimate ourselves to it again. I’m adding strength training in July because I must.

So, there you have it. I am a real person. I make mistakes, and I have health issues. And occasionally, you’ll hear from the me that makes the writing possible. Demons, warts, and all.

Also, as your reward for reading this, I’m totally going to upload a cut scene from my short story. Which still has no title.