
Tuesday night, after the launch of the fundraiser*–and on the heels of even more hours a day on the computer than I usually spend–I was working on one of the campaigns when the upper back/shoulder pain I’d been feeling throughout the day intensified. Not dull aches and pains but sharp shooting ones that made it impossible to sit/lie done/stand or hold any position for more than a few minutes. It crept around my right upper ribs, making it hard to breathe.
There might’ve been flailing. Okay, there WAS flailing.
Luckily I have a friend who Knows Medical Stuff and after *mumbleanhourandahalfofhorriblepainmumble* some time she was like, oh, yeah, you have Mouse Arm and something’s spasming. So after alternating hot and cold compresses, taking ibuprofen, and contorting my arms into all sorts of positions so I could massage the affected area, and I was at least able to sleep. But I have to take a few days off of the computer (and I can’t really knit, either, my GOD I am so fucking bored). Pushing it yesterday had the pain flaring up again last night; yes, I really have to listen when the body says, “Hold on a minute, I need to rest”.
So that’s where I am. No Soulless chapter this week because PAIN; stuff I don’t get paid for always drops to the bottom of the priority list when shit like this happens. There is, of course, still work to be done, and I can’t afford to get another week behind else my clients will probably hunt me down and kill me (they’re lovely people, but really, they can’t be expected to wait because I broke myself), so I’m thinking I’ll extend my new internet-free Friday (wherein I get housework and day job work done in spades) by having an internet-free long weekend. This coincides with a massive, 958 pg book on post-independence history in Kenya that just arrived, so alternating a couple hours of work with resting and reading should clear things up.
The body knows. Chronic illnesses aside, when a sudden injure flares up it is almost always a sign to slow down. Which I have tremendous trouble with, but I know that if I ignore those warnings, I’ll set myself up for something even worse down the road. And so I retreat.
At least until I can get cyborg parts to replacing the existing ones causing me trouble.
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* Fundraiser runs all month. There are lots of awesome packages of signed books. $15 will get you a few things including Whiskey Sour, the Zara and Juliette short story e-collection.
The sale for
Lilith Saintcrow’s 
Darien Cox popped my cherry.
Doug Crandall’s perfect suburban life imploded after his boyfriend’s betrayal and a subsequent lawsuit left him personally and financially devastated. A year later, with a new place in the city and a fresh outlook, he’s back on his feet and ready to start over. Eager to lose his cynicism and heal his battered heart, he immerses himself in the local social scene, which includes a pair of charismatic men engaged in an open relationship. As Doug finds himself becoming emotionally and sexually entangled in their lives, he’s forced to reevaluate his views on fidelity, betrayal, love, and the often calamitous price of happiness.
Doug’s at a place in his life where he’s learning to accept change, and that the life we have in mind for ourselves isn’t always what we get. After his ideas of what his life is ‘supposed’ to be like are shattered, he’s forced to open his mind to new things, and that’s one of the reason he tries to accept Stewart and Corey’s situation, though part of him rejects it completely. But he’s ultimately motivated by his feelings for Stewart. Falling in love is one of the most out of control experiences we can have as human beings. We’re wired for it, all those lusty chemicals clouding our brains, often a battle between what the body wants, what the heart wants, and what the logical mind tells you is the right thing to do. It’s easy to stand on the outside of that and decide ‘Dude, you’re playing with fire, stop now.’ But when you’re in it, being carried away by that hurricane of feelings, it’s a gamble which side is gonna win out, and sometimes the call of the heart is too strong to fight.
I guess one message is that life can really screw with you, and things are going to happen that make you feel like you’ve lost everything, that you simply don’t have the strength to start over, much less be hopeful about the future. But short of crawling into a hole until you die, there’s really no other choice but to dust yourself off and try again – but it can take WORK. The other message is that no one is immune to falling in love, no matter what their situation. It’ll sneak up and grab you by the balls when you’re not looking. Despite this being the key to all romance stories—the fantasy of love coming along and knocking you on your ass—how the character handles it is what makes it interesting. There’s a reality to it that everyone can relate to, no matter how different we all are.
My plan is to take it down to the beach for the next one, since summer is coming and I’m in that kind of mood. But I’ve been having so much fun doing the city settings as in Criminal Pleasures and Guys On Top, it’s been a tough call! But none of my books ever turn out exactly the way I plan initially, so I’m banking on the hope that the new characters will come to life and let me know what they want. And that’s all another way to say I have no clue yet! But I hope to gain one soon.
Writer of horror, mysteries/thrillers, and urban fantasy.