I am a creature of the night. I struggle if I have
to go to sleep before 2 a.m. If I have to be functioning before say, 10 a.m., I
need massive amounts of caffeine. Unfortunately, I never developed that taste
for coffee, so I usually end up sucking down Diet Mountain Dew or iced tea. But
this is kind of my drift:
I have always been this way, even as a child. My
father worked for the railroad and he and Mom were up all hours of the day and
night. They would drag a friend home from the clubs at closing time and sit and
talk for hours or fix a steak dinner at one o’clock. They would wake me up to
hear a drunk, rambling story about my brother who had been killed when I was
nine. I was trained to thank the stranger and go back to bed.
An interesting childhood, huh?
So, guess who had to be in at work from 8 a.m. to 5
p. m. all last week? That would be this gal.
I love being part of a group on Facebook called 5am
Writers, but for me, any writing done at 5 a.m. gets done because I’m still up
then. Needless to say, not much writing got done last week.
I did get to meet a lot of new people at work.
Arnish showed me a video of him helping get rid of a refrigerator at his
church. They didn’t want to carry it down the stairs since it didn’t work, so
they thew it off the loading dock. It was cool. When he found out I was a
writer, he got a little worried. He’d been friends with writers before and had
been given this warning:
The woman sitting behind me had gone through
shoulder surgery similar to what I will have and she had some great advice.
While this wasn’t our issue, it made us laugh:
This is the huge concern:
At least while I’m home healing from surgery, I
won’t have to see this:
And I’m really lucky I won’t have to put up with
this:
I will have to put up with this:
And a portion of my books will be written with only
my left hand. I’ve been practicing the past few weeks. It will be slow, but it
will get done.
So, thanks for following me on this journey—I’ll try
to keep in touch and keep you amused!
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