Summer of 2011 has been kicking my butt.
First thing, I burnt out after 30k of Hunger, my YA SocNoc novel and I just couldn’t force it any longer. I went into a depression-like-state that made me unhappy, unwanting to do anything but sleep. I pondered hibernation, but I decided it wouldn’t work since I’m not a bear (and my bladder hates me. SO!).
Then, just as I got a little spark of Muse and went back to Hunger, my cat started acting odd. Sick. Not like herself. Of course, Pandora being my favorite cat, I was panicked and in tears. She wasn’t eating, drinking, going to the litterbox. She just…laid there. Lethargic. I assumed it was a hairball–she’d done this before, months ago. I gave her hairball medicine…and she didn’t fight me (and believe me when I say this cat fiiiiights). That’s when I noticed a smear of something gross on the bed. Many angsts and a bucket of tears later, we got her into the only vet that was not booked…and it turned out she had pyometra, which is an infection in the uterus. Rare in cats, but she’d never really gone into season so we didn’t spay her. Had we not found it as soon as we did, she’d be gone. Needless to say, thank God for Care Credit. They were the only way we were able to afford her emergency surgery. She’s back. She was so so so happy to be home. She’s now recovered and her shaved belly hair is growing back. Turns out, she had a large cyst on her left ovary that kept her from going into heat. So basically my cat had Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome…just like me. LOL. I love her so so much. I’m so happy to have her healthy again.
So, I was ready to write once more… Then my parents went camping and brought home a puppy and I fell in love. He’s an all black, wire haired dachshund-chihuahua (chi-weenie! XD). 5 months old–his owner’s daughter was really sick and between allergies and her hospital bills, they couldn’t afford him…and Mom couldn’t leave him behind. I laid eyes on him and melted. Just. Melted. I scooped him into my arms…and he became Remy. Remy is the name I’ve had picked out for my next dog for over a year. I’d planned on a little longhair doxie, maybe spring/summer of 2012. Female. Preferrably chocolate or dappled. Not a chiweenie, and not a boy. I’ve always been against having boy dogs… But…he’s here and I adore him. He’s a bouncy, stubborn, fun-loving, bright-eyed little guy. We’ve had him for two weeks now and he’s fitting in wonderfully. We’ll be having him neutered as soon as we can get him in.
And I came up with a Shiny New Idea, plotted it out a little, and started writing on it. Then one of our inside cats got outside and stuck up 60+ feet on the highest branch in an unclimbable tree…and proceeded to stay there and mew like a baby for 30 hours (he got chased up by the dogs). We tried getting on the two-story roof, tried calling him down with canned food, tried spraying him with a hose. My Mom looked stuff up on the internet and found that cats can supposedly only survive a few days without food and water before they go ‘toxic’ and she pretty much went emo, overly stressed and tired and was bawling, saying he was as good as dead. Talk about drama… So everyone in the house was stressed, I was torn between bawling my eyes out and begging the darn cat to come down. I just kept praying and crying that he’d be okay.I couldn’t give up…
At 2 am Sunday morning, little Toki–terrified and hungry–came down the tree far enough for my step dad to climb the tree (and nearly fall out) and grab him. Toki is now safe inside once again and the experience has matured him from a trash-thieving little kitten-cat to a calmer, quieter adult.
And I just keep hoping the drama is over for awhile LOL.
I’ve currently got 5 scenes outlined on Bonedust and still working on it. I’ve also decided to jump in and do Camp Nanowrimo! I figure, if anything else, it gets me writing daily again, even if 1667 words a day is a little daunting haha. Still, gonna jump in and try and swim for it!