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Good morning, Readers!
So... I had a rough night last night. A mild case of food poisoning, plus a cat that was acting out by trying to get at the gecko I'm looking after for a friend, made for a very sleepless evening. Also, the cat was extremely pissed at me, and wanted that gecko very badly. In the end, I emptied a mug of water on her and she spent the night sulking. It made me upset to have upset her, but seriously! She had plenty of warnings. That gecko is not ending up in her mouth if I can help it.
The other part of the night was even less pleasant. I woke up in the witching hour with terrible abdominal cramps and, well, plenty of you have had food poisoning and knows what happens. It has been a long time since I've had food poisoning and though this was very mild compared to the stories I have heard, I was still a little bit panicky.
I'm wracking my brain trying to figure out what I had eaten that was different from my normal menu. Nothing is coming up as different. I'm stumped.
So this morning, I woke up very, very tired and very hungry... but my stomach is still a little delicate. I'm regretting breakfast. Still, I'm here and alive, so I can't really complain.
Sigh. And last night was such a good night too.
I went to training last night, having decided that morning that I would. I did alright in my strength training before Kung Fu, with the number of assisted pull ups reaching a personal best of fourteen. I still can't do one unassisted. I'm working on it. Anyway, despite still recovering from the strange 24-hour cold thing I had over the weekend, I managed to make it through the whole thing with only a minimal protest from my lungs.
Kick-boxing was fun, and afterwards, we got to play with knives! Fine, they were plastic and not steel, but still! It was the first knife-fighting class for our school. I had a blast! Half of the fun is, of course, working with my Kung Fu sister C.S. She's hilarious and I almost always end up on the floor laughing hysterically when I train with her. It was a very interesting lesson. It is interesting how different knife fighting is to both empty hand combat and other weapons combat. A knife is not a sword, and they are most certainly not used the same way. The footwork is similar though.
Before training, despite a very late start on my writing, I hit my daily two thousand word goal and started the showdown between Aleksandar, Prince of his House, and his assailant. The first draft is very nearly finished. And I'm now getting really into the story. I can tell I am because it is the last thing I think of before going to sleep, and bits of story pop into my mind at random moments during the day.
Last night, for example, the final scene of the main story popped into my mind just before I drifted off to (a much disturbed) sleep. It was beautiful and sweet and sad, and I rather like it. I'm a little bit sad that this hadn't happened much before now with this story, but that's the way it goes sometimes I guess.
Oh, and I have just received an email from the publisher that had Skylark on it's slush pile for a long while. Almost a full year (it's a year less a day) later, I finally heard back from them. Alas, it was a very gentle but pretty standard rejection. I'm a little bit sad about it, but such is a writer's lot. At least they were true to their word and replied. Eventually.
No word yet from the agency. Alas, I am not hopeful about it. Experience has taught me not to be.
If worst comes to worst, at least I can self-publish it. I have received really great feedback about this story in particular, and I am determined that it will see the light of day one way or another. I'm sad about the book store thing, though. I would so love to see this book on those shelves.
Oh, speaking of books and writing and stuff, I'm now on Wattpad. For those of you who don't know about it, it's place where story tellers write stuff for everyone to read. At the moment, I am serialising The Dying God & Other Stories. You can read the first story for free, and the next one will go up on Friday. I am not putting up the illustrations or the poems from the book, though. You can find my profile HERE. Check back every Friday for the next story in The Dying God & Other Stories.
I'm thinking that I will upload at third of my self published stand alone titles, and the whole first book of any series that I write. The only stand alone title I'm posting there in full would be The Dying God & Other Stories, though even that isn't quite true as I'm not posting up the artwork or the poems. I don't know if that is what you're supposed to do on Wattpad if you're trying to make writing a career (as in earn a wage from), but that's what I'm doing.
Any experienced Wattpadders around to lend me some advice on the matter?
Right, it's getting on Welsh lesson time. I need to get on with it. Have a great day.
Ciao!
So... I had a rough night last night. A mild case of food poisoning, plus a cat that was acting out by trying to get at the gecko I'm looking after for a friend, made for a very sleepless evening. Also, the cat was extremely pissed at me, and wanted that gecko very badly. In the end, I emptied a mug of water on her and she spent the night sulking. It made me upset to have upset her, but seriously! She had plenty of warnings. That gecko is not ending up in her mouth if I can help it.
The other part of the night was even less pleasant. I woke up in the witching hour with terrible abdominal cramps and, well, plenty of you have had food poisoning and knows what happens. It has been a long time since I've had food poisoning and though this was very mild compared to the stories I have heard, I was still a little bit panicky.
I'm wracking my brain trying to figure out what I had eaten that was different from my normal menu. Nothing is coming up as different. I'm stumped.
So this morning, I woke up very, very tired and very hungry... but my stomach is still a little delicate. I'm regretting breakfast. Still, I'm here and alive, so I can't really complain.
Sigh. And last night was such a good night too.
I went to training last night, having decided that morning that I would. I did alright in my strength training before Kung Fu, with the number of assisted pull ups reaching a personal best of fourteen. I still can't do one unassisted. I'm working on it. Anyway, despite still recovering from the strange 24-hour cold thing I had over the weekend, I managed to make it through the whole thing with only a minimal protest from my lungs.
Kick-boxing was fun, and afterwards, we got to play with knives! Fine, they were plastic and not steel, but still! It was the first knife-fighting class for our school. I had a blast! Half of the fun is, of course, working with my Kung Fu sister C.S. She's hilarious and I almost always end up on the floor laughing hysterically when I train with her. It was a very interesting lesson. It is interesting how different knife fighting is to both empty hand combat and other weapons combat. A knife is not a sword, and they are most certainly not used the same way. The footwork is similar though.
Before training, despite a very late start on my writing, I hit my daily two thousand word goal and started the showdown between Aleksandar, Prince of his House, and his assailant. The first draft is very nearly finished. And I'm now getting really into the story. I can tell I am because it is the last thing I think of before going to sleep, and bits of story pop into my mind at random moments during the day.
Last night, for example, the final scene of the main story popped into my mind just before I drifted off to (a much disturbed) sleep. It was beautiful and sweet and sad, and I rather like it. I'm a little bit sad that this hadn't happened much before now with this story, but that's the way it goes sometimes I guess.
Oh, and I have just received an email from the publisher that had Skylark on it's slush pile for a long while. Almost a full year (it's a year less a day) later, I finally heard back from them. Alas, it was a very gentle but pretty standard rejection. I'm a little bit sad about it, but such is a writer's lot. At least they were true to their word and replied. Eventually.
No word yet from the agency. Alas, I am not hopeful about it. Experience has taught me not to be.
If worst comes to worst, at least I can self-publish it. I have received really great feedback about this story in particular, and I am determined that it will see the light of day one way or another. I'm sad about the book store thing, though. I would so love to see this book on those shelves.
Oh, speaking of books and writing and stuff, I'm now on Wattpad. For those of you who don't know about it, it's place where story tellers write stuff for everyone to read. At the moment, I am serialising The Dying God & Other Stories. You can read the first story for free, and the next one will go up on Friday. I am not putting up the illustrations or the poems from the book, though. You can find my profile HERE. Check back every Friday for the next story in The Dying God & Other Stories.
I'm thinking that I will upload at third of my self published stand alone titles, and the whole first book of any series that I write. The only stand alone title I'm posting there in full would be The Dying God & Other Stories, though even that isn't quite true as I'm not posting up the artwork or the poems. I don't know if that is what you're supposed to do on Wattpad if you're trying to make writing a career (as in earn a wage from), but that's what I'm doing.
Any experienced Wattpadders around to lend me some advice on the matter?
Right, it's getting on Welsh lesson time. I need to get on with it. Have a great day.
Ciao!
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