A Case Of The Blehs

Wagner’s Einsug der Gotte is playing as I sit down to take a minute and just some time to flow through the blehs.

Blehs are when you are in a blah mood and nothing encourages you to get out of it, so you’re also just meh.  Thus – bleh.

Today is very gloomy outside.  Somewhere is getting rain I am pretty sure with the way the sky looks.  The pressure has adjusted, but not in a positive way for me.  This is the first serious pain day I’ve had since being home.  I am truly blessed.  Now I will see just how well my planned regimen really works.  As long as I can stay on top of it everything will be fine.

FK – YA novel – is standing still.  It is only because the pain encouraging the blehs doesn’t encourage some creative activities like writing.  I am also reconsidering the scenario that last went down and I am not at all certain it…works.  It might work in a different place.  So, I am taking advice, the same advice, by the way, from The Husband and Cheyenne and just cutting and pasting the scenario I am so uncertain about into a different word document and just step back and see what comes next.

The bullet journal I am using for FK is now invaluable!  Since the last few scenes of the story keep coming back to haunt me, I’ve been writing down questions, high lighting them, and when I know the answer, going back and filling it in.  I can also put a notation of it in the bullet journal index as to where the information is if I think it warrants that much importance.  So far, only three of the questions I’ve asked have been plot changers.  A couple of them I did not want to make, but the story works better if some things don’t happen in specific chapters or areas of the story as I originally had them.

Each time I work seriously on a piece, it seems it teaches me something important about the craft of telling a good story.  There is always something new to discover about the art of it all.  And, this does not mean I am calling myself an “artist” because an artist brings about true beauty and teaches us something about the appreciation of life and living.  I am a story teller.  It is enough.

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 A Case Of The Blehs

  1. Brian Bixby says:

    Good to know the bullet journal continues to help.


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