Been another rough week for me pain-wise, so I haven’t accomplished nearly as much as I’d planned. But, hey, we do what we can, right? I learned a long time ago that if self-imposed deadlines aren’t met, well… You know the rest.
Work on the novella that will be the third book in the One Small Victory Series has been slow, going. In fact, I won’t remind you, or myself, of how long ago I started this project. Otherwise you might ask, “Gee, Maryann. How long does it take to write 30 or 40 thousand words?”
Ten years ago I would’ve had it finished by now, but ten years ago I didn’t have Atypical Trigeminal Neuralgia that wreaks havoc with the neurons in my head.
But, enough said about that. Many of you who read my blog regularly already know probably more details than you wished for.
On Twitter, I’m friends with a few other authors who deal with health, or other life issues, that slow their productivity way down, and it’s good to know that I’m not alone. Although, I’d rather there was a magic writing fairy who could wave a wand and do her thing, so we could disband this club. But, since reality rules, I just want to say how thankful I am to have friends who truly understand how hard this all is.
Not that my other friends and family aren’t aware, helpful when needed, and caring, only a writer knows the frustration when our minds and or bodies don’t cooperate with our need to be creative.
Whew! Didn’t mean to go on like that, but it was good to vent. Thanks for listening.
Now I’ll turn the blog over to my good friend, Slim Randles who has another fun story for us. Who doesn’t need a bit of humor? By the Way, Twitter will always be referred to with that name by me because it looks really weird to type, “On X, I’m… “
Okay, here’s Slim and his good pal Windy who has some thoughts on how hot is too hot. This one is relatable to too many folks right now who are sweltering in the heat.
“Hot? You boys think this here weather is hot? You jest don’t know, do you?”
“What do you mean, Windy?” said Doc.
“Wellsir, back in the old days, you know, when we was younger, there came upon us here in the valley a hot-em-up wave that tried to kill us. Your folks ever tell you ‘bout the wreck at the river with me and Old Man Jenkins?”
Didn’t look like anyone had.
“Pass that syrup over, will ya, Steve? Thanks. Well, the hot-em-up started off slow, you know they do that sometimes. Little stuff like burnin’ up your hands jest grabbin’ a brandin’ arn.”
“Well, sure,” Doc said, “if you’re dumb enough to grab a branding iron, you’re going to get burnt.”
“This here was the handle of the brandin’ arn, Doc, not the part in the fire.”
“Oh, I see. You were wearing gloves though, right?”
“Couldn’t stand to have them on. Too hot. And sweat? Never saw nothin’ like it.
Old Man Jenkins sweated so much his boots filled up with sweat and it cooked his toes to a perfect parbroiled brown.”
“Did he eat them, Windy?”
“Naw. We had plenty of mountain oysters around, you know how it is, and he said he hadn’t had a shower in a while, so they probably wouldn’t taste that good anyway. So he kept them.”
“They didn’t fall off?”
“They thought ‘bout fallin’ off. Thassa fact. But sometimes ol’ Mama Nature knows how to help an ol’ cowboy. Yessir, thass what saved Jenkins’ toes. Had a terrible freeze that night and jest froze them toes back in place.”
Nature, and Windy’s stories, sometimes defy history.
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That’s all from me, folks. I hope you have a wonderful weekend. Stay cool. Stay safe. Be happy.