oyster50: Blog

Never mind! The 2014 entries are closed and my stories didn't make the cut. Oh well, maybe next year.

Clitorides Awards contest is in progress and nobody remembers Melodic Redemption or Kimberly 2.0, both of which ended in 2014.

Sent a chapter off to the editor today. Should post in a couple of days.

I think I'm gonna have fun with it.

One of my readers - that's you folks - sent me a very long and well thought out email about how I should NOT have let Kimberly end. Put her on hold, maybe, but not end. Another of you did the same thing with Neighbors, saying that they want to know how things worked out with Haley and Bill.

You're killing me. **I** want to know, too.

A recurring theme in your comments is that I make characters that are likeable and alive, that one can relate to. That makes me feel good. I want to care about them. So do you.

So what's a writer to do? I'm open for suggestions.

Real job work load. I've been busy. Yeah, it's mostly mental, but after a day of counting beans and doing paperwork, things I hate, when I finally sit down, the muse keeps herself hidden.

My aging back has gone on strike. I have stenosis pinching a nerve to my leg, and the only things that help are opiates (Drugs're GOOD, Mmm-kay?) and a weird position that pulls the spine into a position taht relieves pressure on that nerve. Neither of those is something that my little muse wants to deal with.

That said, writing may be a bit spotty, but believe me, I have stories to tell, so the writing WILL happen.

Incidentally, the version of Chapter 57 of Community posted today is raw and unedited. I will replace it with the edited version as soon as I get it back. I figured you folks'd want to see something sooner rather than later.

Project season at work. I'm kicking off several projects approved in our 2015 budget, so there's a bunch of occupied neurons out of the writing mode.

Heathwise, I had the left knee 'scoped last fall. No the RIGHT knee is acting up. And the hip. And there's this recurring muscle spasm in the lower back. Geeze, if I knew it had to last this long, I'd've taken better care of it.

So writing has been rather slow. I'm sorry. I'm sure the muse will kick her way back into my head soon enough. I have stories to tell, you know...