[Here you are, one Reed, condition sheepish. Reed, explain yourself to the nice people, whose concern you oh so do not deserve, and then make me a Bloody Mary. We have a re-drafting schedule to catch up on - Ed]
*Ahem*
It’s not my fault. I was ill. [Moping]. No, really, ill. I had a headache for seven days, and then I had to go back to work, proper work in a big building with photocopiers, that is, the sort I get paid for. The Novel is only work when I am feeling sorry for myself [For an entire week so far then. Funny, you haven’t actually done any of it either. Do you act like this around the photocopiers?].
Lord knows what particular miniscule-of-itself stressor set the headache off in the first place, but it turned into a vicious circle of tension and insomnia pretty sharpish, and I sort of went pfut! like a tungsten light filament meeting its Maker [oh, if only you’d done it as quietly!] and lay down on the floor amid my marbles and whined quite a bit [and now I need therapy] and then various family members fell ill properly with real things and I felt like an idiot and got up again.
So why have I not updated you all as soon as I’d dusted myself off? Darlings, the drilling! The drilling! At work the Water Board are ripping the street up to get at the mains, and the builders are drilling through the walls, well, for fun, I suppose. So I came home and meanwhile the neighbours had discovered that they hadn’t tried out all the new drill-bits they received with their Manly Presents (TM) for Christmas, and are proceeding to turn their own flat into a giant Swiss Cheese. So I went back to work and by golly, they’re still drilling. Surely they’ve hit oil by now.
In the brief pauses in the racket, I entertain myself by making lists of people I wouldn’t have minded discovering that I had bludgeoned to death during the noise-induced psychosis I feel building in waves as my teeth clatter to the rattle of shredding tarmac.
Coming soon: Novel updates! What went wrong with the mysterious chair! How I discovered I knew batshit about police procedural! Also, book reviews! And why some things make me so cross it’s glorious!
[You can stop boring the company now. And where’s my drink, bitch?]
Glad you are ok! Hope the drilling stops soon.
Left by Lilian on March 1st, 2007
It sounds like a spectacular week. Are we going to see it on Oprah or, better yet, Dr. Phil?
Hope all the drilling stops soon and that the supply of gin is plentiful. (Bloody Mary’s do not count as a vegetable in your diet.)
Left by Archie on March 2nd, 2007
Looking forward to the novel, the book reviews and the rants!
Left by Sol on March 2nd, 2007
Very good to have you back. And deepest sympathy for the drilling. I think I would have to move out or comit murder if that happened to me.
*hug*
*hands over a lovely soothing Bloody Mary*
Aphra.
Left by Aphra Behn on March 3rd, 2007
Geez, no wonder you had a headache! That kind of constant noise and disorder can induce such things. But truly, Reed, if your headaches are tension related, you should start getting some regular body work done. Plus, be very aware of how you sit at the computer. I tend to sort of hunch over into a curve and poke my head forward chin first at the screen as I busily type away. If you do this for a few hours, the muscles at the back of your neck become short and a nice little headache can begin at that time. I have been working on being aware of proper posture at the comptuter. Plus I do get a massage every week. After all, I can’t very well tell people how great it is if I don’t do it for myself, can I?
Looking forward to the updates.
Left by healingmagichands on March 3rd, 2007
Novel updates? Goodie!
Left by LK on March 7th, 2007