Another Monday – do they never end? Every time I start to get into the swing of it being the weekend, I find out it’s Monday and I’ve missed the break! I feel cheated every week.
Now, I know I’m fairly well housebound so it really shouldn’t matter what the day is, but the fact is that I like having Jenny home instead of working. It’s not exactly helped that she has weird weekends. One week she gets Saturday and Sunday off, but the next she only gets Sunday. The fact that she also gets the Tuesday after the 2 day weekend off really doesn’t create what could be termed balance.
And this past weekend was a 1 day weekend.
There’s a feature of the 1 day weekend. Normally, we go to visit our daughter, who lives around 25 miles away, using country roads. That means we get to see her, the two granddaughters she’s given us and sometimes her partner, and maybe his eldest daughter. It’s only fortnightly. Unfortunately, the roads are so atrocious that when I’m at my worst (in health terms), I simply can’t take the punishment they inflict on me. And that’s happened two times running, now.
Not that it would be any easier if she lived closer. Both our sons live in the same town as us, and the roads in the town are either full of pot-holes or have road humps every few yards – some have both in abundance! The rate at which my pain levels rise going even a short distance is ridiculous. Jenny has dreamt of getting a local councillor in the car, with sharp rocks attached to their backs and thighs and taking them for a pleasant little tour of the town. It would help them start to get the picture.
But there, Life’s like that and us mere mortals have no control over any of it.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch…
If you follow my other blog, Imagineer-ing, you’ll know that I’ve been very busy writing and blogging about reading and writing. That’s why the knitting seized up. Or, rather, the knitting seized up because I had hand problems and the writing surfaced instead. Writing is also my first love, as an activity, together with reading. I was writing novels when I was 13! Life has blocked it at times, but the desire to write has never really gone away. So, when I had to take a break from crafts, it was natural that writing take over.
Now, you may wonder that I can write but I can’t do crafts. Both, after all, require a fair degree of finger use. I can’t deny that, and yes, it really was finger problems that stopped the crafting. Quite simply, writing using a computer has some major benefits! There’s spell-check, for one thing. My hands tremble anywhere from a subtle shiver up to major tremors that should register on the Richter Scale! hitting the right keys on the keyboard can be challenging, to say the least. But, unlike with physical crafts, a computer allows me to fix the errors! Well, most of them, anyway. And it’s a relatively painless process. Then, too, all I need to write is the computer and my imagination. I don’t need books, patterns, tons of materials. It’s the most compact activity I can think of.
What’s really nice about writing is that you can share even more with others. I started out publishing short story ebooks that could be downloaded free (and still can) and then recently progressed up to novelettes (longer than short stories but shorter than novellas – about the thickness of many small press poetry publications but usually with a lot more words!) that I sell at the lowest price I can – $0.99USD or the equivalent (excluding any local taxes like VAT). And it’s truly gratifying that I have even had some sales! Now I’m starting the process for publishing two of the novelettes as actual paperback books, which is exciting, though time consuming and much slower than publishing ebooks. Of course, the paperbacks will cost more than the ebooks. I’ve got no control over that. Even so, it’s a thrilling time!
Well, I’ve bored you all for long enough, for now. I’ll be back with more tedium for you to digest…