After surgery

Well went to the Doctors today and had the stitches out. Not to bad. My wrist hurts but it will heal I am sure.  I asked the doctor about my left hand, showed him where it hurt and lucky me got a shot at the base of my left thumb. It was the one place I never had shots in.

I have an injury dating back to October 1983. I cut my hand at work. Now I saw the cut once. I did not see blood pumping out as a co-worker told me and I did not see bone, then again I  only looked once and that was enough for me.  I was working at Albany Medical Center at the time. So down to the ER I go and everyone had to come in to see what Jo Anne did to herself.

I told them to just stitch me up and I would head home.  Silly me, the resident asked me to move my thumb, I couldn’t.

So to surgery I went.  The plastic surgeon got there around 7:00 pm. The anesthesiology wanted to put me to sleep. Now I am bad, I knew him. I said, hell no, you’re not going to kill me. I have a lot of faith in my doctors. Can you tell.

So I got a regional, needles in the underarm. I should have let him put me to sleep.  Anyway on the way to the OR I had to void. Stick an IV in me and I void, a lot. Not happy with me but oh well, I had to go.

OK I am in and they start the surgery. A resident was present and I think he did some of the work. I hear the Doctor say that I had the tendons of a five year old. I said, I have small hands.  He said that it didn’t matter. A little while later I hear him tell the resident “Look she has an extra Tendon.” I said “That’s because they are so small.”  Doctor just looked at me and went back to work.

After surgery they were wheeling me into recovery doctor asked if he could call someone. Now its midnight so I say” no” and he says “Isn’t there anyone I can call?” Well, you could call my mother. That made him happy. I started thinking of what I already told my Mom. First phone; Mom I cut myself and I am going to get some stitches and then I will be home. Second phone call; Hey Mom I did a little more damage than I thought but I will be home tonight. Third phone call;  Mom listen they have to operate and I have to stay over so I will be home tomorrow. Now Mom kept asking me if I wanted them to come to the hospital, I kept saying “No, I’m fine. Everything is fine.”

Get up to my room and some of my friends are there waiting for me. Make sure I was all right.  They let me get settled while they went to get me something to eat. They hung my arm up but it wasn’t to stable. As I tried to make myself more comfortable my arm swung around and hit me in the chin. I almost knocked myself . I had to laugh.

He did a wonderful job.  

Had surgery on Tuesday for carpel tunnel on my right hand.  Its hurting a bit. Which should say to me "Stop Typing".
I will, just wanted to check in. Nothing much going on. Just need to take care of the pain, get some sleep and feel better.
That's all for now.

I'm taking a couple of classes on line this month,  writing YA and whether a series is for me.

I'm really interested in the YA because after reading Harry Potter, Twilight, and the Hunger games, I thought to myself if this is young adult than I want to try and write one.  As for the series I've always known that I wanted to do a series. I love reading them, except when they go on and on and on. Example I am reading the newest two books from Terry Brooks. I love Shannara and I adored The Word and The Void. I guess the last five I read were great but I do take time out and then can pig out with more than one book at a time.
I'm trying to remember a series I was reading and I thought it would never end and I don't think it has yet. that one just got to be too much.
I love reading the paranormal series and look forward every year to new ones.

Oh, Football is starting so I have to go.

Later, All

Blog Address

If I knew it than I could pass it on to other writers, friends and anyone who would be interested. Unfortunately I really am not sure what it is. I need to get someone to help me with that. I would probably blog a lot more.

So let me yell it out; I Need Help.

If I didn't write anything in my book than I better blog.

You do need to write everyday. Doesn't matter what. Just do it.  I've been doing more research which is good. I've gone up with a couple of more ideas for future books which is great. But I have to tie myself down and write.
I have a goal this month 2000 words before the next chapter meeting. So of course this week I will be writing. I have a start thanks goodness. I think its a good story, actually it will be a great story.

Anna Campbell has been so supported to me. I found out about the RWA and the chapters, all by writing a little blurb for a contest that Anna was running. She really liked it, strange I didn't win. LOL She was just so helpful.  I hope one day to meet her and thank her in person for the great advice she gave me.

I also want to go to a conference. I joined the  Capital Region Chapter in NY, Albany. The first time I met everyone was at the workshop with Diana Love and Sherilyn Kenyon. It was fab. Both ladies were so funny and shared their knowledge with us. The following year I got really involved and did the PR work for the conference. It was great and time consuming but well worth it.  Angela Knight and Annette Blair were the authors du jour. They were great. So generous with their time and again, like the year before, with their knowledge.

I find that authors are more than willing to share, to help you and cheer you on in your writing endeavor. I look forward to going to a conference, hopefully RWA Nationals. This year it was in NY. Of course it was. I moved to North Carolina. The year before it was supposed to be in Nashville. I was all set to go for the day with my cousin. There was flooding and they moved Nationals to Orlando, The Swan and Dolphin, hotels owned by Disney.  I would love to go the Georgia conference Moonlight and Magnolias, a lost of my chapter mates are going. I need to find out if someone needs a room mate. Maybe I could go. I would love it.

Enough for tonight, getting tired and I really wanted to read some more.

Where do ideas come from?

Ideas for stories come from all over the place. From your life, family life or friends life.  You can hear a remark in a restaurant and spin a 90K book about of it.  You can stare up at the sky and make stories up about the cloud formations. Everything is grist for the mill.
That being said I can't get my storyline to go forward. Its a pain. I think my big problem is that I don't set a time and tell everyone that this is my writing time. Don't call, don't ask me any questions, make like I don't exist. Maybe then I can settle down and write.
I have research to do and have already done some. Well, I bought books so I can read up on it.
Sometimes I feel like I am brain dead. I can't get an idea to save my life.  I've started about six or seven books, have 36K words on one but I don't like it. 

What it comes down to is I want a new idea something no one else has thought of. But that is not going to happen. All I can do is make my story better.  There are only so many scenarios to be had.  I could make up a new demon, a new kind of hero or a strange planet.
I think too, even though we have been here for a year now, we are still not all the way moved in. There are boxes that still need to be unloaded, have to paint the bedrooms, have the floors redone and finish the kitchen. Have to get the back-splash up and paint the cabinets.
The house in Gloversville is going up for sale, finally. My step-son says he is going to room with a friend of his. He thinks he will move in Oct. I don't know if we will continue to rent. Three of his buddies are living there now.
So many things to do and think about.
So, once upon a time there was a demon killer, a demon and a girl. Wow there I go heres a new story. LOL
Anyway need to get some stuff done. So I am almost gone.  Now I am gone.

Waiting For Spring

A little something I wrote years ago:
Though winter has only just begun, I am already longing for time of year when trees bud and flowers bloom.
Ah sweet spring, how I long for you to begin. The green carpet of grass under my feet, soft and warm. A new beginning for all living things. With the event of spring other magical happenings take place. What you ask? Why, what every red blooded boy and girl, man and woman looks forward to the hunting, oops sorry, of The “Mating Season”
Eyes meet across a crowded room with that come hither look, a smile, a nod and then…what?! I don’t remember!What does happen next? Its been so long since I’ve been out in that jungle, that I wouldn’t know the mating call if it hit me on the head.
I think to myself, is that guy with his shirt open to navel, gold chains tangled in his hairy chest winking at me, or does he just have something in his eye. I hope its the latter. The fellow who is swaying to the music the DJ is playing, inviting me to join him in the dance, or is he asking my friend Bob? Maybe he is just rutting and marking his territory for all to see with an open invitation for whoever.
To catch that certain someone we strive to make ourselves more attractive by wearing the right make-up, clothes, have the perfect hair style, go to the gym, and diet that goes for men and women, make-up not excluded for men. Then to garner more attention, we improve our minds by keeping up with current events and reading the latest best sellers.
At least some people who are looking for that certain someone will attempt to keep themselves abreast of the times and not just baseball scores. We go to the hottest clubs, social events, gyms and even church with the best we have and big hopes.
And for what? You catch the eye of that good looking hunk or allow him to catch yours; he speaks, you realize he is short about 3 brain cells. What a waste of time and effort. Or is it? Men and women should be able to meet on a honest common ground, without all the trappings.
Then again, half the fun is getting to look your best and delving into the mystery that is called the” Mating Game.’”
How do you like it?