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Tiff hasn’t gone back for chemo, and I’m not sure what that means. She was so ill during her last hospitalization I think it scared her off the chemo. One of the doctors she saw during the stay ordered a scan that is supposed to show any cancer…anywhere in her body. Her doctor is hesitating and so right now nothing is happening, except she’s feeling better than she’s felt in a long time.
I called for an estimate for siding on the Victorian in Ohio a month ago and still haven’t heard anything. It would be nice to go back in the spring and start working on it, but we don’t know what to do about Payton’s school. As Paige gets older it’s becoming more obvious his mental age is lower than we’d hoped. More than likely we’ll have to wait for summer.
Parker’s crib is in my bedroom and even at almost a year, he’s not sleeping through the night. I’m constantly sleep deprived. I guess it’s payback from all those years I went to sleep when my head hit the pillow and didn’t remember anything until I bolted wide awake in the morning.
I started a new story a couple of days ago, and I’m writing this post to avoid my computer.
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There are rare moments when I’ve finished an assignment or shifted my focus when I don’t have a WIP (work in progress) and it’s a strange sensation. Sometimes it lasts for a long time, weeks even. I finished the Millicent galleys, am waiting on the contract for Wild Cowboy, am waiting on edits for The Bone Conjurer from the rest of my critique group, and Stardust is hovering at 50,000 words and on hold. I have a story obligation for AQ I’d hoped to get to them by the end of December, but that ended up being The Bone Conjurer and too big for a short. I did come up with a brief sketch of an idea on Sunday on the way to buy a TV for our bedroom. I’ve been obsessed with getting a flat screen and now that I have it…I love it.
I mapped my idea out on the Alphasmart. If you’re a writer and have never used one, it’s a trip. The process of uploading it onto your computer is exciting. I often find I’ve written way more than I expected. Bev borrowed it the other day and wrote 539 words in about an hour while contending with the chatting of six butterscotch martini girls at the same time. In case you’re reading this and scoffing, you’ve never used my Alphie. Ever since I spilled beer on it, it’s extremely hard to depress the keys! I hear of writers who make their word count in a couple of hours. I type waaaay to slow for that. I have a mental goal of 2,500 words a day, but rarely make it anymore. However, with my back to wall, I have done about 45,000 in two weeks…the birth of Millicent.
Now what was the point of all of this? I remember, I’m in a state of static…now back to work!
http://www.butterscotchmartinigirls.com/?p=98
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December 9, 2006
I didn’t go to my booksigning in Las Vegas (Borders at Henderson, NV.) today since I was worried about Tiffany…and I’ve been on pins and needles all day. Sure enough, she’s sitting in the emergency room while I write this. Every ache and pain she gets, now sends us into panic mode. http://www.naturemoms.com/blog/2006/12/17/another-hospitalization/#comments
And to think the day started off so beautifully. All seven of us went out for breakfast and had a wonderful time. Tiffany left the restaurant with her brother and they caught an early movie. I started to think I’d given up on the booksigning for nothing.
Something went wrong late in the afternoon, but I don’t know what yet.
How many parents take the precious time they have with their children for granted? I’m certain I have in the past…now, I can’t take a single day for granted. Each time we have a critical episode, I’m a little more confused about life in general.
It’s now past 1:00 AM and they are keeping Tiff…where’s the HEA?
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December 14th…
They still have her and after much torture, frustration, and fear of the unknown, she’s being operated on today.
December 18th…she’s home!
Two weeks later…she hasn’t gone back for chemo.
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I commented on the site of an Aussie mom who is trying to understand our American Thanksgiving… http://miscmum.blogspot.com/ where I pointed out, I may not be the best person to answer this question. I said:
“I may be jaded, but I think the meaning of Thanksgiving has gotten lost in the mashed potatoes and gravy. Or did someone stick the meaning behind the big screen TV so they could catch a glimpse of it during one of the big games? This is a holiday for everybody but the cook…and chief dishwasher and diaper changer…
I was right. I am jaded!”
I’d like a man’s response to this…
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As I said on another blog:
( http://www.eat4today.com/2006/11/17/the-definitive-source-for-glycemic-index-information/ )
eating right has always been important, but even more so this last year. However, glycemic index info is not the first thing I think of! I think I need to look into it…
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