Back at the doctor's today.

I think he is just checking how all the new dosages of my medications are going. To tell you the truth I don't feel any different. This is a good thing because I'm currently taking less medication. I found out that I can finally get in to see the specialist at the Ipswich hospital in early April. My city used to be in the Toowoomba zone, but now we have been rezoned to Ipswich, which is crazy as it is twice as far away.

I suppose I should be grateful I got in as quick as I did. I was expecting a much longer wait. I'm hoping they find nothing much and it's all an easy fix.

I'm not going to dwell on it because 2½ months is a hell of a long time to worry about something, even though in some ways the time is just going to fly by. At least I should have everything all hopefully sorted out before my daughter gets married and has her baby (whichever comes first). We could take bets as to whether they happen on the same day. She goes for a scan on January 28th that will hopefully tell her when she is actually due... So far they have given her three different possible dates.

Need I say more?

I borrowed this from someone on Facebook. Not that I'm dissing Ross in any way, cause he was kind of my favourite friend... but all you authors out there know what I'm talking about. Seriously though, most of us would be happy if one of our stories even read like an episode of friends.

Back to writing.

My fingers are starting to ache the more I write. Anyone got any good remedies to help with that? I know it's more than likely arthritis. and it's not exactly painful yet, more of a dull ache. It's going to get worse in winter for sure. 

I've been rethinking my writing schedule... not the amount, but the order in which I want to write them.  I'll know better once I finish the three I'm currently working on.

I still haven't heard back from my editor at MLRPress, so I emailed her again to find out why the hold-up? I'll let you all know as soon as I hear anything. I was supposed to start 1st edits mid-December, I guess she needed more time with them. I may have made a big mistake in The Lines of Marsden 4: The Trail of Red Roses... This is me we're talking about→ we all know it's a big possibility because I suck at punctuation. Somedays I pity my editors. I hope she isn't sick.

Anyway. when I figure out which way I'm going to go with my schedule I'll fill you all in. I had it all set out in my head and then this morning everything changed, and by next month it could all change again. I may just have to take it one month at a time and keep updating you as I go along.

Grandkids, gotta love them.

Yes, that evil little grin was an omen as to how our shopping day was going to pan out. I know I am to blame for some of it as agreed to let her go into the PJ Mask adventure playground they had at the shopping mall (it's still school holidays here in Australia). I just didn't understand how much of a fight a 22-month-old little girl could put up when it was time to leave said adventure playground and finish our shopping.

Oh My God. She screamed from one end of the mall to the other. Not only that... she kept trying to throw herself out of the trolley to get back to the adventure playground. If Emily could have run off and left me with Grace I bet she would have.

I got gypped I tells you. $9 later Grace finally stops crying when she has  PJ Mask ball and a PJ Mask colouring book. $9 well spent in my opinion→ way cheaper than the shoes she was crying for. Am I teaching her bad habits? Probably. Would I do it again? In a heartbeat. I have never heard anything like it, and once upon a time, I worked in childcare. 

Though next time they have something like that at the mall, I'm staying well clear of it or letting her parents take her. For starters, she was too little to be in there with the other kids and they kept knocking her down. And for the number of kids in there, there were only about three things to play on, so it was a disaster from the start.

Just when you think...

I've started to get a sore throat again. I don't want to get sick again. I can tell you I've had my quota of being sick→ it's somebody else's turn.

Though, to be honest I'm not sure if it really is a sore throat or if I just ate something too hot and burnt the lining n my throat. Give me a few days and I'll let you know for certain. Right now, it's just pissing me off, because it hurts to swallow.

I love that I have stuck to my guns and been so organised this year. Okay, I know we're still only in the first month, but let me have this small victory. You still have eleven more months to kick my arse.

Maybe kick my arse, on the whole, doing my back exercises would be a good thing, as I'm a little slack about doing them. I need to get better at keeping on top of them. It's just they're so god damn boring when I have to do them by myself. Yeah-yeah. I know, if I don't do them for me. No one else will. Okay, I promise... I'll do better.

What the Frack...

My brain has frazzled. I have finished the first round of pre-edits (if that makes sense) on Wardens of the Guild 3: Heartstrings. I just want to give it one more pass through to make sure I caught everything before I send it back to Rebecca B at TEB/Pride Publishing.

So now it's back to concentrating on my other writing for the next little bit and getting as much done as possible. while I wait for the next lot of edits to turn up.

I feel 2020 is going to be as busy as hell, and I'm going to love it. I really feel good about this year. I just have to get through the hecticness of January. I have my support system in place and I know this is the year everything falls into place for me.

Forgot to say> I signed the contract with TEB on Wardens on the Guild 3: Heartstrings.

Never again, but probably it will.

Cooked myself a stir-fry for lunch yesterday. There's nothing wrong with that I hear you say. Okay, sit back and grab a tissue because you are going to need them for the tears→ tears of laughter that is. 

I had all the veg prepped and ready to go in so it would all be cooked at the same time. I had the pre-cooked rice and the Ketjap Manis ready to mix in right at the end.

Now here's the best bit. I thought, crap I forgot the chilli flakes so I open the new bottle→ I only had hot ones so I thought they'll do. I only need a bit to add that zing. Is that what happened? No! About 2 fricken tablespoons worth fall into my meal.

My mum, who is having a completely different dish for lunch goes, "Can you pick it out?" As I stand there and stare in total shock. I now have 2 choices. I can throw it out and make myself something else to eat, or I can pull up my big girl panties and eat that damn hot as fuck meal.

Let's just say I only made it halfway through before I had to call it quits. Maybe a little less than halfway. I had tears streaming down my face. My nose was all blocked up. My mouth felt like it was on fire. To top it all off, my mum says, "God, my lunch is beautiful." 

The bitch was laughing at me, I know it. After that, she says to me, "You know, it's going to hurt just as much coming out the other end?" Thanks a lot, Mum━not!

PS: On the note of the super-hot stir-fry, I have left the last of it for my son-in-law to try. He seems to tolerate hot things way better than I can.