#IWSG – WORDS TO PAPER, FINALLY

Hello all! Oh my gawd, I almost forgot it’s IWSG day!

IWSG-badgeSo that means it’s time for another meeting of the Insecure Writers Support Group – #IWSG.

My hero, the amazing Ninja Captain Alex J. Cavanaugh founded this group and it has become a safe haven if you are an insecure writer.

Click the image if you would like to be a part of the #IWSG family. You won’t regret it.

Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak.

 

The awesome co-hosts for the May 4 posting of the IWSG are Stephen Tremp, Fundy Blue, MJ Fifield, Loni Townsend, Bish Denham, Susan Gourley, and Stephanie Faris!

Don’t forget to thank them for their hard work!

Health issues and my recent struggles with depression have caused me to spend less time blogging and interacting with my online friends. Not only that, I hadn’t written or edited a word for at least two months. Until today. A few days ago a friend asked me, while I was in the middle of a sobbing episode, if I’ve still been writing. I sobbed some more and told her I just didn’t have the energy. 

After I calmed down, she reminded me how much I used to talk about the stories in my head and the editing that needs to be done on my WIPs. She knows writing is my release and always makes me feel better. I thought about what she said and decided I needed to push past my depression and write something – anything. 

Today, I pulled up one of my WIPs and spent a good half hour just staring at the screen drawing blanks. I finally read through some of my chapters and saw a scene in my head. I went with it and was able to type about 1,000 words. It felt good. I almost forgot how much I missed it because I’ve been so focused on everything else going on in my life. 

I’m hoping to keep up the momentum and let it all out. Any suggestions on jump starting when having a rough time? I could use the advice.

 

 

 

 

Is It March Already? Way Too Many Things Going On.

How are all my blogger friends doing this fine March day? As for me, it is I dunno, about 14 degrees outside and I’m doing everything possible to stay warm.  squirrelprayingformercyBetween my backyard squirrel and I, we’ve prayed for Spring to hurry on up and get here already, because the cold wreaks havoc on my body when it comes to pain control.  As far as everything else goes, I have, for the most part, been a good girl. I’ve kept up with editing (well, it’s been more like tearing apart) my WIP, reviewing some recently read books that I plan on posting soon, working on blog posts in advance covering the next two weeks or so (uh-huh, go figure), and trying to keep myself as healthy as possible despite the tension and stress I’m under about my employer. That, my friends, is a long, drawn out and totally messed up story. Let’s just say that they did me wrong in the worst possible way. Have no fear though, for those of you that have known me and followed me for any length of time, Lily here is a fighter and what’s right is right. Period. In the meantime, they have “graciously” (can you hear my sarcasm?) offered to re-instate my benefits and give me a one time only extension of medical leave, in which, if I don’t come back to work at the end of it, whenever that will be (since they haven’t yet enlightened me with any details), I will definitely be terminated without further.

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There are several problems with that offer and I cannot go into it here in my blog post at this time, but I will say that I am looking forward to taking care of what needs to be taken care of. I will, however, print what I CAN say…I spent many years serving and do not take kindly to being thrown aside without so much as notice (verbal or written). Since my bleed, the only thing that really kept me going was the promise that I had a job waiting for me when I was cleared by a doctor to do some kind of work, whether it was part-time or full-time. It didn’t matter. That was what gave me hope and brought me happiness. I was promised and told that my job was secure. Now, don’t get me wrong. Everyone knew, myself included, that I would never work the street again. That’s just common sense. I was offered security. For this post, I can’t go any further into detail.

I went to the doctor on Jan. 30 because I had been unwell for weeks and dropping weight, having little appetite, always in pain and just plain tired.  I found out then that my insurance coverage was terminated. I was a mess; the crying, the bad speech, the stuttering, it all came out right there in the doctor’s office. The only thing I was spared was a seizure. That is no bueno in my book. Needless to say, I paid for that visit out-of-pocket, and have been on a mission since. I’ve kept busy to fight any depression that tries to find its way to me. I know how easily it can sneak in and overtake my life.  All of my meds, my blood work and the labs he ordered for the next day all had to be paid out-of-pocket (almost $500 in two days). I have put off the rest of my doctor’s appointments until this month, which is when my Medicare takes effect.

It’s funny, I’ve finally been able to catch up on some of my writing, editing, blogging and reviewing, but now I’ve got to catch up on all of my doctor’s appointments since they’ve all pretty much gone into the crapper since the last visit I went to in January, but at least my problem wasn’t a major one. The medication I’ve been given, generic Synthroid, seems to be working.

I’m done with my rant, really. For today, anyway. I just want to remind everyone again how much you all mean to me and how much I’ve always thought of you all, even when I was away from my computer. It’s good knowing very few of you have abandoned me. Until next post, love you guys!