Back from the hospital and I can tell you all that my foot isn’t broken. We kinda knew that already, but I’ll take any positives I can.
So, this equation then…
lots of work + bad foot (reduced frequency of bending/picking things up) = something that resembles a literary bombsite.
Here’s the evidence (and it is getting on my nerves):
I have been particularly grumpy over the past couple of days. Now most of you will be aware that I’ve had issues with one of my feet. Which was a pain. See, now what’s happened is, because I’ve been putting weight and at the wrong angles on the other (previously good) foot to compensate, now that one’s knackered, with the result being that, for the past few days, I’ve had two bad feet and have been walking like Richard III. I have to go for an X-ray at some point soon.
So I’ve not been able to do too much. Like leaving the house, or driving, or going to this do, which I really wanted to go to. Harrumph.
But it’s not all been bad. I’m starting to put together my writing group’s second anthology of stories and poems they’ve written since I’ve been with them, which is exciting. (Sue, if you’re reading this can you PLEASE get in touch?) The one we did last year (we self published it through Lulu) was great. I must add that as someone who has no publishing experience (my job’s to write) the whole Lulu process was very simple.
Also, one of the newer members has just had a poem accepted. It’s a World War 1 poem and it’s going in a regiment’s magazine, which is pretty much the perfect place for it. Very good news.
And as the poet mentioned in the above paragraph is associated with the British Legion, we’re also going to try to put together a small collection of poems, stories and interviews with former servicemen and women for our local BL.
Um, I think that’s about it.
They made me work at it and look for solutions to the very obvious problems it had. And now it’s fixed and finished. Thank you both very much.
And while I’m thanking people, thanks to everyone who sent me birthday messages. I got FAR more than I could have expected.
And thanks to Doc and Froo for this card. It has made me chortle muchly, despite being a little rude. But its palindromicness makes up for it, I think.
Twenty-seven. Already. Yikes.
Life can be stranger than fiction, because fiction has to be believable, as someone much cleverer than me once said.
This is a very bizarre, and almost unbelievable, story. I imagine it stung.
So, the story I linked to yesterday, Martha’s Dance, has a vaguely African reference (it was originally going to be (more) about ancient tribal Voodoo but something changed along the way). Anyhoo, I’d not long posted the post when I discovered that the latest Almost Meme participant was from Africa - Tanzania to be exact. If only I’d have known earlier – then I could have posted something which linked them both a lot better than I am doing now.
And it gives me great pleasure to be able to link to this – Tania Hershman’s short story collection, The White Road and Other Stories is now available to pre-order. I love Tania’s writing and cannot wait to get my hands on it. Seriously people, check it out.
First up, good news. I notice that my story, Martha’s Dance, is now up over at Serendipity. I hope you like it. I do. And I am thrilled to be on there, it is a top, top, top place to be.
I saw my sister for the last time in a while today. She’s flying off to Vietnam soon where she’ll be living for a while. I wish her and her fella the best.
And I am grumpy about a few things I can’t really talk about here. People can be so bloomin’ selfish at times, while others can be truly arrogant. The mind boggles. Sigh, grumble.
At least this is my last day on those blinkin’ awful antibiotics. Roll on tomorrow and not feeling sick. And gin. Again, I really fancy a gin.
Right, back to editing my 3k word story.
Short Sunday Post
Another shelf sharer, Irene, here.
How to confuse children. When the piano teacher is leaving to become a surgical nurse (I think that’s the correct name, sorry if it isn’t) and when they ask what it is, you explain that they are the people in charge of giving the surgeon the correct instruments. True story.