Today is normally the D&D game, but I woke up and slowly began feeling like my body is being crushed because of the change in pressure.  Most people think it is “the weather” that causes arthritic pain, which makes sense because arthritic people tend to ache and hurt more when it is raining, or right before snowstorms, etc.  But, arthritics can also hurt terribly when it is warm and sunny.  Why does that happen?  It is because of the over-all pressure changes.  I don’t think science has caught up with us arthritics quite yet.  Anywho, there isn’t a game today, and I feel SO very guilty, but I just can’t help it – I really can’t.  So, to make myself feel better, I am going to talk about Inktober.

I haven’t posted the results of my embarrassing attempts at drawing lately, so here you go.

The Worm Sanctuary

This is The Husband’s drawing.  Godzilla coming up out of the water beneath a fisherman and his little boat!

There are more pictures.  I just don’t feel well enough to upload them.

The Husband and I draw together every evening.  Both of us are enjoying #Inktober!

I am a writer.  I am not a visual artist.  I don’t consider myself an “artist” at all, but I do enjoy doodling and trying to draw recognizable items.  In looking back on past drawings and current drawings, I can tell the pictures I’ve drawn as being items: cups, bird heads, bird-like shapes, doodles; are better than when all this craziness began.  So, I am going to do Inktober this year.  What you will see will not be spectacular, but it will all be done in fun.

Pictures to follow.

My right arm is still giving me fits.  However, I have discovered that writing with a Papermate felt-tip pen relieves some of the pain and I am still able to work.

Two more chapters were completed over the weekend and I appear to be right on track with my goal of having the novel written before the end of this year.  For the first time in, well, ever, there isn’t a self-imposed deadline.  I never meet those, so why continue to fool myself?  I am writing freely, enjoying the ride and the story is progressing at a much better rate than anything written up-to-date – although this novel feels like it is the only thing I have ever really written in my life.  As I have said before:  “New respect to the pen and paper authors of the past, and those of us who are doing it today.”  Though it isn’t easy, writing this one with pen and paper for the entire first draft before going to the computer, has renewed my love of storytelling, and it is bleeding over into other areas of my life.

For the first time in years, I have picked up the pencil and begun working on drawing again.  I’ve even drawn a bird that looks like a bird!  Mostly.  It isn’t perfect, but I like my drawing attempt of the bird.  This time ’round, my hand is a lot more steady and sure, even with the pain in the arm.  I am emboldened!

Along with drawing, knitting fever has returned – just in time for Christmas!

In non-writing news, Mo the Cat has taken to sleeping with me every evening.  She has taken to waiting for me to recline – on the days I can’t go to bed – or head for my room to park the wheelchair and go into the bedroom and lie down.  When either happens, I have a nice warm purring vibration on my chest within seconds and my feet and legs are being warmed by two small dogs.  They make me SO happy.

The next few months are going to be very busy ones.  October is Inktober so I am going to jump into it with both feet: you can’t get better at something if you don’t practice.  Then, November is NaNoWriMo and I will be working on my second novel idea – unrelated to the serial killer one in the works now.  I am going to devote all of November to get the first book in a new series idea.  Though I’ve failed at NaNoWriMo before, this year I am giving it my all.

As I said – much to do!

Hope everyone’s Monday has been, or is good!

I love watching Svengoolie, but, living where I do,  I have to keep up with the show by Facebook and watching the movies on YouTube if possible.  This last week was 13 Ghosts, which I couldn’t find free to watch anywhere.  So,  The House On Haunted Hill, 1959 original with Vincent Price was my choice instead.

I forgot just how campy-creepy the movie was, and just how much fun!  You loved to dislike Vincent Price‘s character in the beginning, and then feel sorry for him, in some weird way, by the end of the movie.  I dare say – you actually respected the character to a degree!

Sometimes it is so much fun to watch a good thriller-y camp movie without having to suffer through all the bloody mess that makes up the modern thriller/horror genre.  I highly recommend this for a relaxing evening with a glass of wine or a joynt and maybe a box of chocolates (if you have the joynt you will be prepared with the snacks, or should be).  It is a perfectly fun-to-watch movie, especially if you love old black-and-white thriller-y camp horror movies.

OK – I think I may be able to type and write again!  *whew!*

My right arm has hurt terribly.  I have now reached the point to where I am going to the doctor.  There hasn’t been any pen holding, writing, typing, or much of anything.  Besides not be able to write, which has almost caused crying fits because I am super enjoying where the story is at and where it is going.

I am sure you are wondering just what I did to my arm to make it dislike me so, well, so would I.  *grrrr*

In other news – there really isn’t any:  I’ve really just been trying not to bump, touch, move too fast, or anything else that could possibly cause the right forearm to go into very painful fits.

The Husband and I finally saw a new movie! Hellboy with David Harbour as Hellboy.

I have to be honest here: When I think about Hellboy, I see Ron Perlman’s version. I was… uncertain what I expected this movie to be. I j knew it wasn’t going to be the same because this wasn’t Ron Perlman’s Hellboy and I kept an open mind. Still, there was some prejudice there.

This movie a lot of people might call a reboot to the franchise. All the other movies do not exist. This Hellboy began fresh. There was a loose homage to the first Hellboy movie at the beginning as well as the discovery of Hellboy of course.

While watching this movie it was evident just how physical a role it was because the main character was tossed about like a rag doll by a giant, electrocuted, and batted like a Wiffle ball. Just like in the comics.

This incarnation of Hellboy is a little more – a lot more – bloody than the previous movies. Again, this is following through with the comics. It isn’t over-the-top either. It is just right, like Baby Bear’s porridge.

Now, what am I going to say about Milla Jovovich? I am a fan of hers down to my toes. So, I have to say I was a little disappointed with how little interaction there was between the wicked witch (Jovovich) and Hellboy (Harbour). Most of her scenes were CG and special effects. [sad face] Still, it seemed as though she was enjoying the part of the immortal witch.

However, the scene that completely creeped me out was when Baba Yaga paid a visit to Hellboy. Yeah, that witch needs some serious psychological help.

Hellboy (reboot) four stars – * * * *

What do you think?