Sometimes Talking It Out Helps

I haven’t put pen to paper once today.  Why?  There are some questions I need to answer Woman's hand signing documentsabout something going on in the novel.  I knew this particular thing was going to happen.  It is a change occurring when you happen to be bitten by these one creatures.  For want of a better term, and since there isn’t all that much time for me to write here this evening, the person turns into something akin to an intelligent zombie.  This is how Cheyenne described it back to me anyway.  It works, but doesn’t exactly fit what fully goes on.  Now I need to decide how to stop the change, if possible.  Right now, as far as the story is concerned, no one has any idea how to change their loved ones back into pure human/elf/dwarf/etc. because no one has seen anything like this before.

Is this a disease?  Magic?  Parasite?  No one knows for sure, which is perfect for this stage; however, I want to be a little more prepared for later.  I need to know how to “fix” it, or, more accurately:  I feel like I should know how to fix it so one or more of the main characters can figure it out.  Thankfully, no one in the core group has been…infected, but this can’t be a guarantee in the future – some plot twists have to happen you don’t want to do.

In other news, it’s rained and stormed a lot here in Lexington in the past 24 hours.  Because the weather is warm and the overall pressure is evened out, the pain increases incrementally.  Just a little extra medication, a little extra tilting, and some TLC for the really painful joints brings the pain down.  It remains low until the next wave of storms and pressure shifts.

Believe it or not, but the physical therapy and occupational therapy is helping to push the pain back as well!  It turns out I was right:  The stronger I become and the more weight I lose pushes the pain back.  Some days nothing helps, of course, but I am beginning to tell a difference.  At this time last year I was in agony because of the storms despite pain medication, meditation, and resting.  It feels good to see a change, as well as feel one.  It helps me get out of the doll-drums to focus on more positive aspects of my life instead of just trying to keep my head above the pain, so to speak.

How is your writing and world going today?

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 Sometimes Talking It Out Helps

  1. Brian Bixby says:

    My writing’s on hold due to family issues (time consuming more than critical), so it’s good to see others still writing away. But between when this was posted and when I read it, had a nice weekend off in Idaho seeing a first cousin twice removed get married.


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