My arm, newest pain friend, vetoed that.
I do, however, have an orthopedist referral.
woot
Then, because I discount life and its horrible fucking jokes on the regular, I thought I could finish "Canary: Out of the Shadows" by yesterday.
I only had ONE MORE BIG SCENE to write. Right?
DEEP BREATH
Firstly, I am a dumbass. Four/five weeks ago, it sounded completely doable. That's when I wrote the date in my planner. Life always lifes, folks.
Secondly, I assumed (bad, bad Crystal) that writing said scene would be fairly simple. No. Idiot. It's a hoedown showdown of monumental proportions with over half a dozen beings going at it. I need cinematography in my wee brain. Then I can jot. It will unfold like that for me.
At least, that's the usual and what I'm REALLY REALLY hoping happens.
Thirdly, this next week? 😑
I pick up my sister from the airport Tuesday. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday...I have appts. Thursday, I have two. And then I exhale, and it's Thanksgiving.
🤨
Exsqueeze me? Baking powder?
Thank the Lord that it's not THIS WEEK.
I keep thinking that something will slow down. You know, except my body. I am sadly mistaken every damn time.
But after Thanksgiving, I think there will be a slight lull (am I gaslighting myself? I'm gaslighting myself, aren't I???) until Christmas.
Ah, well. It is what it is.
Googlings for today:
orb weaver
Darwin's bark spiders
mythology of the Phoenix
villain origin story of banshees
tendrils of death
brinicle
Nyx's completely scary ass children
Have a good weekend!
