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I am starting a new chapter in my life..... |
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I started job hunting today...... sort of. I am working with my new friend Audrey (employment specialist) to get ready to go job hunting. We're going to be redoing my wardrobe (somewhat) and doing practice interviews and such. This is where the journey will be documented for posterity. I also will throw in news about my writing now and again as that is what the site is for. Okay, so there are scraps of anything that might affect my life ... |
| Thinking about making so many changes for the new year........ I think about what I want to spend my tax return on (even though I'm not sure I'm even getting one this year) I want a new bed frame. This hospital bed frame just isn't cutting it. My laptop needs an overhaul again; or I just need to get a new one. My printer is breaking down more and more by the day so I probably should get a new one. I think about changing my handle on here. Khola Mousethyme is a pseudonym of course and not even close to my given name. I don't know what to change it to though. My original pseudonym was Kriistiana (Kristy Mouse, Kristin Claire) ..... Of course, my who port is mouse themed so I would have to redo my signatures and my c-note shops; not to mention most of my other images. Then I think about leaving Writing.com all together at times. Just building a bonfire out of my writing and saying I'm done. I've never really done anything with it. I can't even finish a decent story with the right word count. The closest I've gotten is "Lena's Violin"  and I don't even know what it is for sure: is it a short short? Is it a short story? I have no idea.I don't know what genre I write in, what my voice is, I have only a sketchy idea of point-of-view; I still get confused over theme and plot..... A writer once said that he/she would not write a story unless she/he could sum up the story in one sentence. Just the thought of trying to do that gives me a migraine. But....... I can't see doing anything else with my time.Writing is my life, my being, my inner spirit. I could never build that bonfire. I'd end up sitting on the edge of the pit, reading each page over and over and crying my eyes out. I am a Writer. It is the only thing in my life that I am sure of. Life and the pages will go on.......... |
| I don't want to play catch-up because I can't remember it all. Jacob came to the house and after he left David went on a paranoid rant about how CMH and all those other people are nothing more than the police checking up on how we live and if we're abusing the kids and on and on. I felt like he was attacking my family. CMH saved my life. It made me very upset. I have realized I stuff a lot of things now; not dealing with them in a healthy form like I should be doing. Oh well. None of this matters. After the first of the year I will delete this blog and replace it with one for 2025. How can things be okay and yet I am so tense I hurt like the Dickens? I want to pull my hair. I want to cut. I want to take a bunch of pain meds. It's been snowing since Thursday night. I was hoping for a snow day on Friday but I ended up having to go to CMH for an appointment with Amy (psychiatrist). I actually got her to raise my Vistaril so I guess it was a good thing. The Lotus Cafe was giving away coffee and hot chocolate and cookies; which was good as I got there an hour early for my appointment. I said hi to Jacob but he seemed busy. Cathy stopped in the cafe and talked to me a minute. That was nice. I miss her so much. I should send out some Christmas cards but I don't feel liike it and I don't really have the stamps. I ama so tired all the time. I can't regulate my body temperature. I don't know what to do most of the time. All I want to do is rant. |
| Had a boring week with nothing to do because of the holidays. Now it is snowing so transportation is going to be a pip and a half. Have I ever mentioned I hate Winter? When I was growing up I wanted to have a picnic party in the backyard for my birthday. My birthday is in January. There's just so much more to do in the other seasons. My favorite season is fall. Crunching leaves and the bounty of the harvest and all the wonderful smells.... That's another reason to not like Winter. It signals the end of fall... Okay enough Winter ranting. Went out with Sally Monday to have coffee and talk. We talked about using DBT skills on the people in the house and to deal with all the stress and drama. Also dealing with the upcoming stress of the holidays. As I said the rest of the week was boring. The kids were off school from Tuesday on. Loads of fun. Kept getting themselves g |
| Saw Jacob (case manager) today. Rehashed a bunch of stale gunk basically. Mostly talked about my medical problems and the fun I'm having running to appointments for tests and no one telling me anything. He marked all the groups I was supposed to be attending as "Completed" though most of them I never went to a single meeting. That's just great. Some of them you can't take again for like 6 months to a year. We are going into winter though, and I don't want to be hauling my cookies through the snow every week, so I guess it could be a good thing. Jacob is coming here to the house to see me on December 13. Friday the 13th. Should be interesting. I told Terry about it and she was already harping on the house being cleaned and I better step it up. Bite me is all I got to say. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________- Tried to do that house cleansing yesterday and half-butted it. Basically, I stepped into a room, waved some sage around, said some words, did some chanting, move to the next room, repeat. I didn't do the basement and didn't do the front porch and forgot my room, Terry's room, the female bathroom, and the small hallway. I don't care. I didn't feel good and for some reason my nerves were up yesterday; probably because I knew I was in way over my head. Oh well. I told the kids I did it and they aren't as scared now, and I haven't really felt the main spirit I was trying to get rid of, so I guess something good might of come from it. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________- Not much else going on. I did scratch some notes on a couple of my stories so my muse must be starting to play again. I'm going to try to write a short story possibly if I can't get myself to work on my novels. Wish me luck. |
| The air went out of those sails quickly..... I'm back to all I want to do is lay around and hopefully sleep..... I went out with Sally on Monday. We went to Ted's Coney Island for coffee. She got toast that she didn't eat. No matter, she paid. I threw some money on the table for a tip. After Ted's we went to Dollar Tree. They didn't have my hair dye, but I stocked up on batteries. Oh, I could have looked at more stuff, but my bowels had other ideas. I barely made it in the house. I told Sally about all the stuff that is going on with me and about being in the ER 3 times this month. That was fun. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________- I came home and got nothing done. Terry wanted me to help with the twins. They had oral surgery. Not good. whiny, crybabies that just wanted to be cuddled. Why couldn't I have been the one that the dog chose? _________________________________________________________________________________________________________-- I had indigestion on Monday that went into today. Cramps but no bleeding. Loose stools still. Get overheated, turn the fan on, get cold, turn the fan off, repeat. I did spend some time with "How Psychic Are You?" today. There's a lot of basic information in there on a boat load of stuff from dream interpretation to Runes and I Ching, Numerology and reading auras. It is very kewl. Now if I could only get myself to work with it. ________________________________________________________________________________________________ We've had a jokester shadow spirit in the house since we moved in but 1) I never had the proper tools for a house cleansing, 2) I didn't have the time to do a house cleansing out of the prying eyes of skeptics, and 3) he wasn't anything more than a minor annoyance until recently. I have the tools and everyone but me is going to be out of the house on Thursday afternoon. |
| Went to the Clinic for my appointment this morning. Doctor Justin said I was pale and I was falling asleep every other sentence. I felt weak and hot. I almost walked into a wall when I entered. I couldn't stand without swaying. Dr. Justin did not like the results from the ER last Friday and what my blood work had showed but they did nothing about. He did not want to send me back to McClaren but there was no choice. My insurance won't cover Lake Huron anymore. I also did not have transportation, so we had no choice again but to call an ambulance to take me back to the ER. They did a bunch of blood tests, an EKG and filled me with a lot of IVs. I fell asleep for about an hour and a half, maybe even two. They said I had a nasty urinary tract infection and sent me home. Got a cab ride out of them again. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I missed my appointments with Jacob and Amy. I'll have to call on Monday to reschedule. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Yesterday I got a bunch of my stuff from Temu in the mail: I got a deck of Rune Cards, a set of chakra stones., The Green Witch Oracle Deck, Tarotorial; The Ultimate Tarot Training Deck, sao paulo incense sticks, a jellyfish nightlight, an aurora borealis projection nightlight (I gave to Terry and she has it going in the living room), a bath blanket with two washcloths and a toilet light (that I don't know what to do with yet). The stuff I'm getting from Temu, along with renewed interest on other things I got for my magick, has reinforced my initiative for it. David bought us Chinese yesterday and my fortune read: Be prepared. There is a new life on the horizon. My life is starting to feel magickal again. It is giving me renewed vigor and hope for a better tomorrow. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I also found my DBT Skills Workbook; Handouts and Worksheets. I am trying to get myself to go through it and refresh my skills. I'm also hoping it will give Sally and I something to talk about. Cha...cha.....cha.....changes....... |
A question: I've heard point of view described as the view from the camera on top of a character's head. Sometimes it is wired into their psyche. I think most often it is not. Lately in my novels, the camera seems to jump between characters...... My novel, "Rage of Envy Rewrite Project" , for example, the camera jumps between two characters, the girlfriend of the accused and a police detective. The accused, the gf, and three other boys, are on the run. There is very little contact between these two characters through most of the story. It is just told from the two points of view.My other novel that I'm working on, "Birchwood Manor" , is about five characters stuck in a haunted manor...and the point of view camera jumps between all of them. I'm trying to use third -person-omniscient without delving into their heads.I would be the second to tell you that I have trouble handling point of view in my stories. (The first to tell you would have been my Writing group leader if he were still alive. Then he would give me a lecture about staying in tense, which I am worse at.) You don't even want to see what happens when I try to delve into a character's head. I end up with three page monologues, just for starters. It gets even uglier from there. so I put it out to you, dear WdC members. Am I going about it okay, or am I full of bologna? Please ignore this if it confuses you to no end. |
| So the 11th was a holiday so CMH was not open; i.e. no Sally. I sat on the steps for 20 minutes before I realized it.. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ It was too late to catch a bus to my Neurology appointment so I canceled that. I'm going to talk to them about what appointments I've missed and have to make up when I go to my appointment on the 14th with them. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I wrote 1000 words yesterday. Haven't gotten to writing yet today. Been researching my magick and playing with some Chinese boading balls. Still bleeding. Still cramping. Tried on the clothes I got from Salvation Army. Only could wear two tops and one pair of pants. I don't even really like them. Oh well. Had decided on Monday to take all the books back to the library. I just can't get into any of them. Not peaking my interest. I'm going to try reading some of my old books on writing and magick books. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I read an article in Writer's Digest today on "Virtual Mentors". The mentor they were talking about using was Michael Crichton. I kept thinking "that's all well and good, but did he write anything on writing?".... I'd have a little bit of work as far as they implied, but my virtual mentor, of course, would be Lawrence Block. I've read most of his books on writing but only a couple of his fiction works. I decided next time I do go to the library I'm going to pick up a couple of his books........ There seems to be a bit going on. Feels better than before but not enough to call it good yet. Maybe things are looking up. |
| Let me finally spell out the problem I've been having for almost two months now. I started not just having periods, but basically hemorrhaging after having been in menopause for six years and not having any. at first there was nothing, just bleeding a lot, which was enough. Then I started having off and on cramps which sometimes knocked me off my feet for the day. Then there was not just pressure, but pain with a capital P. With the pain I started passing clots. I went to the ER the first time the day I had my first gynecology appointment and all they did was schedule me for bloodwork and an Ultrasound (which they did when I went in that night) which by the way was Halloween night. That was when they said I had a cyst on my ovary and to follow up with Gynecology. Gynecology decided the records they received from the ER were "inconclusive" and they would call me when they could get my insurance to approve an MRI. Cue the long silence. I went back to the ER today because I was having to change my pullup every hour and was passing clots the size of golf balls. (ended up taking an ambulance there this time) Spent six hours there for them to do a CT scan and a pelvic exam. All that and all they would tell me was to follow up with Gynecology............ And, oh, by the way, the CT scan showed a spot on your lung so you need to follow up with your primary care as well.... I am at the point of "Just tell me my body is riddled with cancer so I can just die"...... I don't even care if I write another word ever tonight......... |
| Went with Audrey today to get my clothes from The Salvation Army Store. The voucher said I could get 4 tops and pants sets, 2 dresses, shoes and a jacket. but, it also said I could only have $15 worth. Everything we looked at was $3 and $4 a piece. I ended up coming home with 3 tops and 2 pairs of pants. I was upset but what could I do? We had run out of time as it was looking for what we found. I still don't even know if it fits because they no longer have fitting rooms. Salvation Army has gone down hill yet they are opening a new store on the North End. With the way the rest of the retail has been going, they will be closing the South end store shortly after opening the new one, I told Audrey that I wanted to back off on IPS for now and work with Michigan Rehab. I just meant that I didn't want to get together on a scheduled basis every week, rather get together when we have something substantial to do. She said she will close my case for now and to let Jacob know when I wanted to restart. Oh well. If I find someplace that I might want to drop a resume or something I can go with Sally on a Monday. She would be thrilled to take me. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I figured I would tell you what books on writing I picked up at the library. How Not to Write a Novel: 200 Classic Mistakes and How to Avoid Them, a Misstep By Misstep Guide. by Howard Mittlemark and Sandra Newman. How I Write. Secrets of a Bestselling Author. by Janet Evanovich with Ina Yalof. From Idea to Novel, Mastering the Process by Elizabeth George These two are the ones I got before. I picked them because they were Young Adult Novels. Ghost House by Alexandraa Adornetto. New York Times Bestselling Author of the HALO Trilogy. Witches of Ash and Ruin by E. Latimer. II don't know what I am going to end up doing with them all. I jotted some notes as I skimmed through From Idea to Novel. I had started reading Witches of Ash and Ruin but it takes effort for me to pick it up. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Everything takes effort these days. I've been hoping for something to pick up my mood. I thought getting the clothes was going to do it but that just turned into another let down. I don't know. I guess I need to just keep forcing myself to do things until I find something that will be that pick me up. |
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