Snow, Heated Throws, And Writing – Or, The Life Of A Writer

Despite so many physical setbacks, the vampire/terrorist story is growing and progressing at an abnormally, for me, fast pace.  Even though it is coming to the paper via a pen and not computer doesn’t feel as though it is making much difference.  At the same time, I can feel a difference with the tools I use and when they are used.

For example, there is a stainless steel pen I use for writing in my journal and for the story.  I need a pen grip for the pen, but it works nicely and I made sure to get some extra refills for it while the after Christmas sales were still going on.  Since this has become the “writing” pen, I will get a couple more refill sets before the end of the month.  Besides the pen, I am using the old-fashioned composition books.  They have a space to put a title and whether they are college or wide-ruled doesn’t matter.  They just simply need to be composition books.

In all of this drama and wheelchair madness going on – supposedly the parts needed to replace the wheelchair is supposed to come in tomorrow; we’ll see – The Husband has gone beyond in helping me get organized so I can work from the recliner or from the loaner wheelchair sitting at the table.  Today he helped me get set up in the recliner without saying a word except for asking me whether he had gotten everything for me.  Isn’t this beyond sweet?

I am becoming a big proponent of writing where you feel comfortable.  The best place for me out of my wheelchair is in the recliner.  I can plug in my headphones and put Slacker Radio on my phone and The Husband can watch whatever he wants on the TV or play a game and I can still write in a semblance of comfort and not be absent from the family.  This pleases both of us, and, well, the dogs are beyond happy because mommy and daddy are together and they don’t have to split their time between us, or take shifts on keeping an eye on us.  Yes, they take shifts.  It is pretty cute to watch the guard change.  There is a ritual of sniffing, stretching, yawning, and tail wagging.  There is even a nose-touch when they change.  It is very cute.

Since I’ve gotten used to writing in the recliner, I believe I will keep up the practice at least once a week when my wheelchair is returned in working order.  Blogging is especially fun from the recliner.

OK, enough of a break for now.   Time to get back to the ink mines.

About Henrietta Handy

I have returned home to the mountains. No more am I "a mountain-girl far from home." Diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis at 2 1/2, I understand pain, fatigue, laughter, joy, and love all while on crutches and in wheelchairs. This blog is just about me, mostly the writing side, but there are forays into so many different topics. I am married to a wonderful husband who puts up with my writing, knitting, yarn, with the love of a saint. We have fur babies, and one cat who rules us all.
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1 Response to Snow, Heated Throws, And Writing – Or, The Life Of A Writer

  1. Brian Bixby says:

    Entertaining changing of the guard!

    Liked by 1 person

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