This last round of edits convinced me to buy an ergonomic keyboard and mouse. It was less than $40 on Amazon, and I need it if my hands and wrists are going to hold up to heavy computer work. After all, I already have the ergonomic chair, which is awesome, and the exercise ball, which I alternate with. I'd rather spend time sitting at my desk when possible over sitting in the recliner with my laptop on a pillow. It was fairly comfortable, but not as good for me.
Today I'm working on Breaker's Ruin, and I'm on pg 46. I hope to release it by late summer.
This review is from: Squatty Potty Ecco Toilet Stool, White, 9 Inch (Health and Beauty)
I gingerly climbed on top of the plastic contraption now ringing my porcelain throne. It soon became apparent that I couldn't keep my britches at my ankles as I normally did. No, they had to go entirely, along with my underthings. And if there is anything more ridiculous on this planet than the sight of a human man wearing a t-shirt and nothing else, I have yet to experience it. So in the interest of saving myself this unfortunate view, I doffed the shirt as well. Now entirely naked, I again attempted to step onto the device. I was unsure, but it seemed to hold. I settled down to the seat, with only the extremities of my posterior touching. My knees were up at my chest. This, plus my complete nakedness, felt very primal. It felt third-world and adventurous. It felt... RIGHT. I concentrated on the task at hand. I had felt a slight urge to go, and had been eager to try out the new purchase. I had been intrigued by the promise that my business would henceforth require substantially less effort on my part, because of the wild beast–man position it forced upon me. But I was still skeptical. It sounded too good to be true. Surely the difference couldn't be that dras— HOLY HELL I'M POOPING.
Well, let me clarify. It wasn’t so much that I was dropping a deuce. Oh, it was being dropped; that much was undeniable. But I couldn't really claim agency on said descent. Gravity was doing the work. I was merely the meaty husk from which it made its hasty escape. Used to more of a segmented approach to waste disposal, I was quite surprised that the creature making its egress from my nethers had more the appearance of a python. Smooth, and consistent in width, it coiled luxuriously in a pool of toilet water that is (or at least was) cleaner than the water that most of the people on this planet drink. As it continued to coil, my emotional state flowed from one of surprise, to horror, to amazement, and then again to horror as the snake coiled higher and higher, like soft serve ice cream at an all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet. It was now surfacing above the water line. But still, the snake showed no signs that it was anywhere near finished with its journey. In a panic, I pawed at the flusher. The poor toilet strained, but eventually sent things on their way. But I wasn’t done yet. As the toilet flushed the waste away, more came to replace it. As the flush subsided, the coil started anew. And then I was done. I tried to catch my breath as the toilet flushed a second time. I felt my liver shift and expand, unsure what to do with all the extra space now afforded to it. I cleaned up and stood, almost dizzy after the affair. “Wow. A+++”, I thought to myself. “Would poop again.”
“Very well,” my bowels seemed to answer, “let’s have another go!”
“Surely you’re joking”, I thought, scrambling to once again work myself into proper Tarzanic stance. There couldn’t possibly be anything left inside of me. I genuinely began to worry that what would come out next might be some vital organ, brought to a freedom-seeking frenzy by all the commotion. But no, it was yet another perfectly formed tube of human excrement. I sat, mouth agape, as number two (round two) breached the water line and came to a graceful finish, leaving an improbable conical shape below me. As I flushed the toilet for the third time in what had astoundingly only been about 70 seconds I wondered if life would ever be the same again.
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After three freakishly LONG days, I got BB edited and uploaded. It will be available April 30, wherever ebooks are sold.
If you've ever edited 95 k on a deadline, you know what it feels like to have your eyeballs melt out of your sockets. Next time, I'll know that I need more time.
Due to pollen allergies, I have to view my yard mostly from the windows, but it looks great! Flowering fruit trees, daffodils and tulips perk me right up. We have quail in the backyard and birds enjoy our stone birdbaths and bird feeders. I have tomato and pepper starts in the windows and we've got a couple of peanuts for my youngest and I to experiment with. I still have to navigate pine pollen season, but after that I can play in the garden to my heart's content.
To combat the allergies, I've been taking lots of vitamin C (huge help, esp. with anemia), taking dairy free probiotics and experimenting with homemade miso (delicious).
The miso is made with red beans and rice and was cultivated using koji (rice cultured with special fungi) I ordered from Japan via Amazon. It took a month to get here, but I wasn't in a hurry and it was only $12 bucks. Now I have a half gallon of tasty miso bubbling on my counter, and I do think it's helping with overall energy. I heat rice or noodles and stir in a spoonful of miso for lunch, and its surprisingly filling.
Today is not a good day. I have allergies, a virus and various frustrations. This is no time to be a special snowflake; I have edits. It will all be worth it. I'm so close, I can almost taste the celebration wine.
My youngest (now 15) used to have night terrors. I'd wake in the wee hours with something breathing on my face and scream, which made my husband wake with a yell and caused my son to cry.
We quickly learned that he couldn't be woken or reasoned with, and he never remembered the episodes in the morning. Simply cuddling with him (we had a full size bed, not even a queen at the time, so no room) or taking him back to bed didn't work, because he'd quickly wander back. He didn't seem to hear us when we talked, so I'd cuddle him in his bed until he drooped off. This went on at least once a year until he was about 12.
Last night, I woke to someone violently shaking me (well, it felt violent, since I've been having trouble sleeping and had just dropped off).
"Mom! I'm hot and I have a fever. I need some medicine!" I might be muddled on the exact words, but it was o-dark-thirty.
Thankfully, my husband woke up and took care of it, but it's amazing that no matter how the bed is positioned, the kids always come to me. If I was more of a morning person, I'd be flattered. As it is, I'm nursing a cup of coffee and fighting off the fever my kid brought home. I have edits and a deadline, and no time for viral fog.
Also, my daughter (16) just got her driver's permit and is taking driver's ed. Eep! Thankfully, my husband enjoys teaching them how to drive, and we have a beater car dedicated to the task. One more round of driver's ed for my youngest after that and we're done.
Okay, gotta give Breaker some just desserts. Back to dragons.