Whelp, it’s back to work for me today. After five days off and tons of writing, things are going to start slowing down again. It’s hard to write when I’m supposed to be running two ambulance stations.
But…I am still writing. I actually got 200 words of Lawson’s next part done today. That means at least 800 left. I always try to post parts of 1,000 words or more.
I will let everyone know when Lawson’s part gets published. Until then, see ya!
So, today is my wedding anniversary, and my hubby is off saving lives (he’s working.) It’s six years, which isn’t one of the important years, but the fact that he tried to get it off and was denied because no one would cover his shift for him makes me, well, sad. Not only that, but he found out last night that he has to work Father’s Day as well. I took five days off work to spend with my husband, and I’ll only have seen him on two—yesterday and (hopefully) Monday. 🙁
But, I got to spend the day with my family which is always rejuvenating. My son got to scream and play with his cousins. Much Mexican lasagna was consumed by all (except my son because unless the food has sugar, natural or man-made, he won’t eat it.)
I got some more writing done. Two more parts published on WattPad today. A prologue (which gives us a little peek into what Az was like pre-Jocelyn) and another part for Lawson.
I spent about two hours last night while hubby was out mowing the lawn writing down the plot lines of the story and combining them which took a lot more work than I thought it would. I had originally started X-Team as three separate story lines that weren’t going to collide. But I had a change of heart and have managed to combine them all into quite the little novel. There are still a few kinks that need to be worked out, but the plot line is pretty much done. Phew!
One last thing: as a new writer on WattPad, the one and only thing I would love to know is whether it’s just family and friends reading my work or if strangers are enjoying it, too. If you guys know anyone who might be interested in paranormal stories, share the WattPad link for my story with them. It’s been entered into a contest (yay!) but I need to widen my reader base. Like, A LOT. So, any help you guys can provide would be awesome.
First of all, I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long. Whatever caused that computer issue I had before was so bad that I had to buy another laptop, and I’ve been very careful with this new one. So careful that I was avoiding my blog for fear that it may have been my problem with the last one. (It began shortly after I started the blog. So 1+1=2.)
Secondly, I miss blogging, and the only way I’ll be able to find out if the blog caused the problem is to, well, blog. It has the possibility of being a costly experiment, yes. But at least I’ll be able to come down on WordPress if it happens again.
So, anyway, I’m still writing. A lot. A LOT. My brain has been cracked and in the frying pan lately, however, which means I have about 15 different stories started and only one finished. Part of the problem is that my work schedule has changed. A LOT. I got a promotion and now I’m not on the streets as much anymore, working 7am-5pm Monday thru Friday behind a desk. I love my new position, but it doesn’t leave much time for writing. I get in what I can, but I’m not making the same progress I was before my promotion.
I’ve restarted the blog/Wattpad story, however. X-Team 3, in case you need a reminder. (I know I did.) I’m in the middle of Lawson’s 2nd part, and it’s going well. I hope to have it posted to Wattpad sometime this weekend so keep an eye out for it.
That’s about it for this post. Oh, one other update before I go. I won’t be posting daily like I was before. That’ll be a little too much between work, writing, and spending time with my family so I’ll post at least once a week, but probably more. If you’re subscribed, you’ll be notified when I post so don’t worry too much about it.
As far as I’m concerned, I’m screwed. I fell last Sunday at work, and my right shoulder has been bothering me ever since. It got so bad today that I ended up having to call off the rest of my shift. I reported the injury to my employer, and now we just wait. I’m praying it’s nothing too bad. I’m hoping that all it needs is a few shifts off and I’ll come back 100%.
The worst part about all this: it hurts to type. I don’t know why, but typing on my computer hurts my shoulder. That means I can only write in spurts. I’m going to have a ton of time off work and I can’t write.
I’m in hell.
Working today. Thankful that I still have a job. 🙂 Currently, my partner and I are on our way back to the station from Rush in Chi town. God, this city’s beautiful.
Anyway, I’m going to take xmas off from blogging and updating the website. I’m spending some much needed time with my family.
So, I’ll see you all on Friday! Have a Merry Christmas!
I’m a terrible worrier. Always have been. Probably always will be. It stems from my horribly strong pessimistic side.
But, today, my blessing came with the first day of sunshine we’ve had in weeks here in Chicago. It was so symbolic that it gave me the chills.
I had a work meeting to go to this morning that had the possibility of ending with me jobless two days before xmas. I was terrified.
The meeting wasn’t what I thought it would be. My job was never on the line. When it was all over and the weight was released from my aching shoulders, I stepped outside, raised my face to the warm sunlight, and smiled.
Today was one of the best days of my life because my clouds parted, allowing the sun to poke through. I shut my pessimistic side up, calling it all sorts of nasty names, and it ran off, chasing the clouds.
I may have to work tomorrow on xmas eve, but I have a job. A job I love. It makes me count my blessings. I tally them up quite often, but it was different today. My entire heart was in it. I was as warm as that sunlight.
Ah…life is good.
I got puked on at work today. Well, my coat did. And I’m happy about it. Wanna know why?
Because not ten seconds before, my head had been in the line of fire.
I love my job. I love my job. I love my job. I love my job.
Today was my first day back to work after nine days. Nine days. And it went so damn fast. Anyway…
I was welcomed back with a bang–change. Big change. I’ve never dealt well with big change. Perhaps it’s due to the bipolar disorder, but I’ve always flourished with a bit of a set schedule in my life. In fact, something as simple as going to a wedding this past weekend threw me off so much that I’m still reeling from it. Anything out of the ordinary–not only do I tend to not want to do it, but it completely screws me up for the next few days. I sleep more, my moods are darker…I’m just not me.
I’ve never been able to glide through the holidays like most people. Going shopping is different from my regular activity so it throws me off (which is why I try to do it all online). Going to a bunch of people’s houses is different from my regular activity so it really throws me off. Don’t get me wrong; I love the company. There’s nothing better for recharging myself than hanging out with my brothers for a few hours. But it still throws me off. It’s really difficult to explain.
Now, work is changing. Massively. And I’m in the middle of a teeter totter trying to figure out which way to fall that’ll hurt the least. I’ve got a few options, but both have risks I’d have to take, and both could end up REALLY badly. Or REALLY well, too. And I’m going to need to make a big decision soon without a lot of time to think about it. I’m about ready to pull my hair out. Thank God for my partner who keeps me grounded.
Oh, and one last thought…If you’re an ER nurse listening to an EMS crew phoning in a report, you may want to check your surroundings before covering the phone and bad-mouthing the crew to your coworkers because they’re being too detailed or not getting to the point. There may just be someone else listening to you; someone who happens to be one of those EMS crews. It’s extremely unprofessional, and you should be ashamed of yourself. We’re required to give you certain information per our EMS system during our reports, and if you don’t like it, don’t blame the crew. Speak to the EMS physician about it. I’m sure he’ll be happy to put you in your place. As I would. If it wouldn’t mean my job. Just as there are some paramedics and EMTs that only deserve to be called ambulance drivers because that’s the only thing they’re good at, so are there nurses who only deserve to be called bedpan jockeys. I strive to be more than an ambulance driver; I’m sorry you’re only happy wiping butt. Don’t take it out on me.