Because it's been a hell of a long time since I last posted a chapter of anything, I just wanted to give you an idea of when you could next expect something.
I'm at about 5000 words on the next chapter of A New Day. I need to write another 2 or 3000. I may be able to do that this weekend, and if so, I can fire it off to the betas. From there, it'll be either one or two weeks before I post it, depending on how busy the betas are with their own lives and also how much revision of the chapter is needed. So you can expect to read chapter 43 on either the weekend of the 18th or the 25th of May.
Here's what else is going on with me nowadays:
I've lived for many years in the same small city. Also, through my work, I'm involved with a lot of people. As a result, I have a fairly wide circle of friends and acquaintances, and this is one of the reasons why my husband and I are always going to or holding parties. A few years ago, when I had more energy, (and more importantly, before I started writing!) I used to be even more active socially, and often organized groups of people into weekends away, drives in the country, picnics, and outings to art shows, fairs and festivals. I'm good at coming up with fun activities, coordinating groups, and bringing people together. I've often thought that I could probably parlay this into a second career if I ever decided to change jobs, or at least work less. However, I really enjoy my current job, so it may not happen anytime soon. And then there's the writing... Sometimes I wish there could somehow be enough time in life for everything that I want to do. This is why I believe in reincarnation. One meagre lifespan is simply not enough for all the things we poor humans want to learn and do and the places we want to go!
I recently changed my hair color to a different shade of brown. It was not at all what I wanted, but hey, this is what comes of delivering your instructions to the stylist/colorist, and then falling asleep in the chair. I dozed through the whole appointment (very relaxing) and woke up with a reddish brown, practically auburn shade of color when I had specifically asked for light ash brown. Before my long snooze, I said, and I quote, "I don't want to end up with a warm shade of brown. If I see anything warm, orangey, or golden in my hair, I will NOT be happy." The stylist and her helper nodded confidently and assured me that wouldn't happen. Sigh.
My sister was outraged on my behalf, and kept urging me to go back and make them change it. I had in fact booked an appointment for the salon to adjust the color, but it turned out that my husband and ALL my friends and ALL my co-workers really liked my new look, so I thought, what the hell, and kept it. It seems to get lighter and redder with each passing week, though. When I was younger I would have really cared and gotten quite steamed and fretful if this had happened, but now that I'm older, there's a limit to the number of things I have time and energy to get upset about. I'm just not prepared to sweat the small stuff, and a hair appointment gone wrong is definitely small stuff! Hey it's not like it's a tattoo gone wrong. Hair is mutable and replenishable.
Health problems continue to plague me. I have slept through several weekends, losing hours of what was formerly writing-time. I don't know what's wrong with me, since I've never needed all that much sleep compared to most other people I know, and I often have difficulty staying asleep anyhow. My husband thinks it's accumulated exhaustion.
Recently I had my first experience with a practitioner of TCM (Traditional Chinese Medicine), and boy was that interesting. I feel very inspired, hopeful and confident as a result of that initial consultation. There is so much to report there that I think I'll have to do it in a separate post. She has me on a program to build up my health and physical resources because I have become very depleted over the past three years. I may be facing surgery this summer. I'll find out more after my appointment with a specialist in June. Just to give you an idea of what a dedicated writer I am--not that you would think so from the scarcity of my posts recently--the first thing I thought was, I wonder how long I'll be off work recovering and I hope I can sit in a chair and write!
I've told my husband that I want a new dining room table and chairs for my birthday, but so far I haven't been able to find one I love. I've found quite a few that I liked, however. Since I'm probably going to be using whichever one I buy for at least the next twenty years, I want to make sure it's one that I absolutely love. I'm partial to dark wood, and I don't like sharp corners or edges. I tend to like very classic styles, probably because I'm a first-born child.
Well, I'm going to go and make a cup of coffee to have in my kitty-mug (I bet a lot of you guys also have kitty-mugs!) and see if I can locate my rain pants. The weather looks pretty wet and dismal out there today, and if I don't want to arrive at work on my birthday looking totally drenched and bedraggled, I'd better get some gear together.
Thank you for reading. If you've made it this far, then I'm honored!