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Once type I have been having one of those weeks where everything else gets in the way of doing what I want…namely writing.

I last wrote on Tuesday – then life got in the way.

On Wednesday … I – uh .. you know what?  I don’t even remember what happened Wednesday!




Thursday I had to go and get food for the live stock, and then when I got back from that, I had to cut wood all afternoon, because my wife was going to be out of the house for most of Friday and I have a firm rule about using chainsaws when I’m alone – I don’t!
So I had to cut a lot of wood so that —



chop-clipart-chopping-wood-clipartFriday, I drove my wife to where she was going (so I could have the truck) then spend the afternoon chopping up all the wood I cut the day before into usable pieces, (and throw into truck to drive them a bit closer to the furnace – not much mind you due to this damn snow).
I came in from that, peeled off my sweat soaked clothes, and being chilled, was going to run a bath to soak my poor muscles and warm up (I got hot enough to sweat and outside was cold enough it just turned to chilled water)

house water

While I was standing there, in not but my underwear, I heard a strange sound. I walked about the living room trying to isolate it. When I did, I got a sinking feeling in my gut, and suspecting the worse, put on new clothes to find out…. I was right.
The water pipe that runs to the outdoor tap was leaking. Right where the pipe ran into the wall outside, it had clearly cracked.

I pulled up some of the frozen (and thus already damaged) hose and cut it off, as far from the house as I could. I melted the frozen water inside with a propane torch… it wasn’t like I could damage the hose anymore by melting it… and tried to get the water to run out into the yard instead of where it had been, along the wall and under the house. My plan worked…somewhat. The majority of the water now ran into the yard, but some was still running under the house. So the ducks were very happy and started bathing. I, on the other hand, was not.

group of ducks splashing in water

I knew I had to go under the house, in the crawlspace, and fix the pipe. Not what I wanted to do after already wearing myself out chopping wood. I tried to tell myself I could leave it and do it tomorrow – but even I didn’t buy that.

fixing pipe  So I searched through the plumbing supplies I had on hand and found a tap with a compression fitting end– no soldering required. I gathered the tools needed and, with a sigh of regret, did my best combat crawl imitation and got under the house. The bad pipe was, of course, on the opposite side from the way under the house. The good news was that the entire thing wasn’t flooded. And there are styrofoam sheets under there, which when placed one on top of another, kept me from being totally soaked in the cold water. (it doesn’t freeze because heat from the pipes in the floor radiate down, as well as up, thus – in most cases – keeping the pipes under the house from freezing.)

The job got done with little trouble (a minor miracle there) and I crawled back out. I was sore, tired, and done in – time to put the sheep to bed, feed the fowls, tend the furnace, and go get my wife.



This morning, with no leaking pipes (knock on wood), enough wood cut and chopped to last a couple days, and nowhere I had to go, I could could write … which meant -for the first time in four days- I didn’t really feel like it.

But I did it anyways. Damn right I did! Who knows what tomorrow’s going to bring!


So it seems as though, after more than a decade away, I may be returning to again to the Society for Creative Anachronism.

It’s not really surprising – it gets in your DNA I think – once, truly a Scadain… We would have taken it up again much sooner but for where and how we live. We are a distance from any local group, making constant involvement difficult and we have the livestock, making long trips/weekends not a feasible option. Partial involvement seems something we are not really capable of but… well, we shall see how this goes.

It could be very good for my wife, as for me… well I’m half deaf and the SCA is not known for quiet. I used to make things as my way of being involved, jewelry, knifes, that sort of thing, but I don’t even have a workshop as it stands right now.

My writing is my escape as the SCA used to be, and I am rather committed to it, but then, there are many authors (some very well known) who play so if they can…

Also, the last time we played in the SCA, I was undiagnosed and not on any meds… another variable that we can’t factor until we get our feet wet.

This will be an interesting experiment/experience one way or the other, it has been (especially in terms of SCA generations) a very long time since we were active, and that time we played in Ealdormere, this time we will be closer to a Mid-Realm group – although it will be the very group we both started or SCA lives in.

We shall see what this adventure holds for us.

Yesterday was a bit of a boondoggle.

I’m in the city on one of my cat-sitting excursions.I came in this Monday, as they sister was leaving that evening, and I am watching her furry babies for a week. Tuesday, however, my wife had to go to a doctors appointment. So it had been arranged that I would feed the cats their breakfast and drive home to watch over the kitten and the sheep, to make sure neither got in trouble while she was away.

The kicker about the situation was that my wife’s appointment was … yup – in the city.

Yesterday also happened to be the day that the day old chicks we had ordered were to come in to the feed store we use. They were supposed to be in for one in the afternoon, so we agreed I would swing by there on my way and grab them.

I arrived at quarter after one. No chicks yet. The truck had broken down about an hour down the road. I shrugged and parked the van out of the way and set in to wait.

My wife didn’t have to leave the house until 3, so I figured we’d be fine. In fact, it wasn’t too much longer that the company told the feed store the truck was back on the road.

So, like I was trying to get out of Casablanca – I waited… and waited… and waited.

No one seemed to know what was taking the truck so long. The feed store staff were none too pleased, and, I confess, I could have been happier.

Finally it was three. My wife left for her appointment, and we both crossed our fingers, and hoped the truck would pull in any second. The kitten is old enough to be left alone… in theory. This was the first real time test.

The only reason I didn’t go crazy, cursing, and cankerous?  A full sized note book and a working pen. Sometimes, being a writer is  real blessing. Sure, the truck didn’t come until after my wife called to say she was on the way back. Sure, I sat from one thirty or so, to four thirty or later. Sure, I got home only five minutes before my wife.

It was all okay to me because… I wrote.

A new short story is well on its way! I got the urge, the whisper in the ear, and I was off! This wasn’t just good for passing the time waiting, because of the spurt of writing yesterday, this morning I was able to open the fifth novel in the white Dragon Black series and get back to work on it, for the first time since my computer crashed and burned.

The sheep behaved, the kitten slept through it all as far as we can tell, and I got writing again. In the end, it almost seems a win… oh, and the chicks are, as always, adorable.

So life is not what I pictured it would be come this June 10th

I had seen myself, sitting outdoors sipping G&T’s on the deck, checking on my plants, and enjoying the outdoors. I envisioned late night writing sessions, where I would unleash a couple thousand words. I foresaw working hard on the projects that could be done, now that the weather had turned human friendly.

What I am doing, is spending my days indoors, watching a kitten slowly grow up, sitting at a computer making sure the world knows about my upcoming novel, and hardly getting 500 words written a day.

Not what I had planned. But a writer once wrote about mice and men and I’ve learned not to fret too much about the direction life takes you.

So I am trying to make the best of things. Tomorrow, assuming it doesn’t actually rain all day I’m going to do some gardening. I will in fact be planting my veggie garden. . . for the third time. The sheep broke in twice before and razed all plant life to the ground. I have sheep proofed the gate (knock on wood) and today, will be buying new plants.

I also hope today to get some more work done on the prizes for my novel release party on Facebook. I want to be  able to put up pictures of the prizes before the 28th, in hopes to draw some extra attention. It may not work but it won’t hurt… right?

The reviews of the novel are not many yet but they are all good. And I’m assured by my beta reader that the second novel is holding up just as well as the first, she’s only eight chapters or so in, but it’s a good sign.

So instead of dwelling on what isn’t – I’m soaking up all the what is, and that’s easier on me. Plus, it is hard to resent the kitten taking time when he’s on my lap sleeping on his back looking intensely cute.

Seems I only post about my mental health when it’s acting up.

Well, I suppose it’s not really on my mind when it is behaving.

Yesterday, I went out and drove to the town where we get feed for the fowl and sheep. I was fine going and while there but by the time I was returning, my brain made it quite clear I had done more than enough for one day.

It’s reaction to my outing – the loss of focus and the flaring of frustration – was enough to cause me to not be able to write. This was significant because I had really been looking forward to writing, as I had just introduced a character to the fourth novel that I have been waiting to add to the world since the first novel.

I did, however, manged to get edits done, so I didn’t feel that bad about the day but I was all too aware that my brain had affected the outcome of how I spent my day.

Today, I woke and immediately knew it was going to be a bad one. Waking essentially angry at nothing, and everything,  is usually a good indicator of a malfunction in the hardware.

I did get writing done this morning, but the focus needed to do so was tiring. Then, frustrating me immensely, I couldn’t get on-line and do all the social network stuff I usually do after my morning writing session.

I pushed myself to edit instead. I did manage to work through a few pages and then stopped. My head would take no more – I had pushed it as far as it would go for the morning.

Luckily, by that time, the internet was feeling co-operative again.

Hate days like this, especially when they come this close to the holiday season – I count on my cycle to be, if not done, at least very low so that I can participate in the expected festivities.

I won’t panic but I do hope this fades back by the 24th.