So I’ve been told to take it easy, that my body’s overly sensitive to positional change and physical stresses most people can take in stride, that my blood pressure drops when I’m on my feet too much. *huffs* Tell me something I don’t know. Of course, I’ve known this for a while, but I suppose it finally got the doctors’ attention. I guess your BP must drop to dangerous levels for anyone to listen.
But the nail in the diagnosis, if you will, was when my BP dropped so fast during a medical test that I should’ve passed out but didn’t. Apparently, that made some sort of impression on the attending cardiologist. Oh, joy. I impressed a specialist and am physically sensitive but resilient. Hmm.
I’ll just keep doing what I’ve been doing. When my body says “Enough. Sit down.” I do. But that’s far too often for my wants.
Welcome to the world of autoimmune neurological issues. Symptoms vary, are often at odds with each other, and may change at any time.
But I can still do my favorite thing, write, so that’s what I’m doing now. 😊
It’s Wednesday! That mean’s it’s time for #QueerBlogWed* (a new endeavor on my part) and #WIPpet Wednesday*. While the first is, as it says, for queer blogs, WIPpet Wednesday is for a diverse mix of authors—all of them spectacular in their own right. Since I’m an author and queer, this seems like a perfect mix.
This week’s Wednesday post comes from Cleaning House, a Queer Appalachian Contemporary Fantasy, and one of my current WIPs. But it won’t be a WIP for too much longer. *grins* It’s scheduled for an 8/1 release.
The WIPpet math for 3/14/2018. I’m going with the eight, meaning eight paragraphs from Cleaning House.
The Setup: Tess and Rayne are inside the homestead, but Cent’s been ordered to stay outside and clean the front porch, which she has, and now she’s wandering up the hill behind the homestead when she comes across her favorite childhood hiding spot.
Her eyes drew up the hill and past the garden spot to the overgrown twist of blackberry cane edging into the woods.
She had to go there, but she didn’t know why. Something pulled on her, something… she was fifteen again and it was midsummer.
The briars cut her hands and pulled at her clothes, but she pushed through them, blind in her determination to reach the space behind them. She’d left something there, something… she knelt then crawled through the wild purple cane full of nearly-ripe berries. One cane scratched her face and another snagged on her sleeve, but she pressed forward with only one goal, whatever that might be, on her mind.
“There.” She soon stood in the clear space beyond the bramble, but it was nothing like she remembered. No lights. No green grass. No shafts of sunlight. No gentle trickle of water from the spring up the hill. There was nothing magical at all about this place. Yes, the spring was still there, and the water appeared clean when she checked, but there were none of the cheery bubblings she remembered. This place wasn’t dead, more like dormant. Saddened, though she was unsure what she’d expected, Cent sat on a patch of dry grass in the middle of the clearing and looked around, trying to feel something she knew wasn’t there. What am I doing? She felt nothing. Nothing! But she didn’t know why’d she’d expected to feel anything at all.
She touched the ground, pressing her hand against the dirt in search of the warmth she’d once felt. Cool. No, cold. “No life. No…” The ground shook under her hand, a rise then drop, almost a sigh, but it remained cold. “Where are you?”
“Stowne burrowed beneath the homestead when you left.”
“What the…” Cent peered over her shoulder as Rayne stepped into the clearing. “What’re you doing up here?”
Want to read more #WIPpet Wednesday posts from Cleaning House? You can do so by clicking HERE.
#QueerBlogWed is still to share posts with LGBTQIA+ content & RT others. New rules: Wed only + promo widely to engage readers! Writing is a business & also art so promo your work with flair & find new readers!
** WIPpet Wednesday is a blog hop hosted by Emily Wrayburn wherein writers share excerpts of their latest WIP. All genres and levels of accomplishment are welcome. The only stipulation is that the excerpt must coincide with the date in some manner. For example, on 10/8/14 you might share 10 lines from page 8, 8 paragraphs from chapter 14, or perhaps 18 sentences by doing WIPpet math and adding the day to the month. We’re flexible like that.