I blog to you as a pitiful specimen that should be smeared across a laboratory slide. My lungs filled, my windpipe literally swollen, ribs cracked and sad thing is that's not all. Pneumonia & bronchitis have played a game of tag through my airways....I've yet to find out who's winning but I sure as hell can tell you who's losing. Woe is me...
Medication is swimming through my veins. Instead of attempting some Michael Phelps smooth as glass strides they have been flopping and flailing like aunt Beatrice attempting to back into the black tube outta some old guys 87' Buick Skylark. A little cooperation here! Not only do the meds make me sick but the devil drug prednisone has had homicidal thoughts replaying in my head over and over-did I mention over?
To soothe myself and not willing to risk addiction again I walk as far from the pacifier as I can and straight to my love. Yep, my beautiful Extended Length Expedition. I'd say Mizz Ford and I need some bonding time. LAWRDY she starts like a dream. It's eight at night, foggy and cool. Hollywood couldn't have set a better scene to my mood. Wait! The true test...please tell me there's decent tunes on. No pop. No rock. My attitude is less Gaga and more Strait. Less Britney more Reba. Less Perry & more Jennings. Less-nevermind if you don't have it by now you're not going to. I was pleasantly surprised to push the button and to hear the man in black crooning about not taking guns to town. Ahhh...crank that medicinal ear worm up and drive on.
I'm cruising past the cornfields but the fog is thickening and I'll I can think of denting my poor baby on some big buck crossing the clouded road. Ha! Forget this back to town I go. My whopping town has taken out our only stoplight and replaced it with not a four way stop but only a two way stop. The town is so small we actually digress instead of progress. (Jealous?). I'm waiting patiently (I've got nowhere to go) so I wait as 18 wheeler after 18 wheeler go by.(harvest time in the cornstalks). I'm waiting at the octagon-wait, hexagon? Whatever! I wait at the stop sign completely lost in Miranda belting out about being the fast girl in town and the thought makes me smile because its rather fitting when I'm behind the wheel. But just like in the movies when all is looking to good-BAM!
Yup, a grampa decides his Buick would be best hooked onto my trailer hitch. Good thing about the lesser gas mileage is the bigger truck. Not a scuff of the Ford but gramps Buick now has a hole and crack through its purdy lil' grill.
So, what's this have to do with writing? Hell if I know. I forgot what the question is. Oh-my lack of ability to focus right now. Yeah, that. It's completely gone. I write...pumped, ready to tackle this word count and I mean I start strong but shortly find myself staring off into space. Focus? (ford makes those to, right?) Anyways, focus gone....
BUT with every cloud there's a silver lining, right? Good news? The other night I checked my sales rank on amazon to see where we were sitting. I had a brief moment of shock followed by amazement. All 3 books were 36,000 or under!!! What a feeling to think I have 3 out there striving and possibly thriving.!!
I'm amazed by the insane readers contacting me and I fear I'm not worthy. I truly adore them but what if the next book sucks? What if I don't make my deadline? Having great readers who have become some of my closest friends online now leashes me to the worry my next maybe not enough. Now the pressures on and I can only cross fingers and hope I don't disappoint.
Sidda
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