...but you all knew that, right? No Somewhere Else Entirely this week, due to forces beyond my control. The chapter's about half written, and my muse is anxious for me to continue, but...
Once more I have to admit defeat. There will be no story chapter posted at all this week. Remember that thing about not operating machinery? It applies to doing anything much creative and that includes downloading my brain into a website at the moment.
Eh, I suppose technically this is a post, so I'm posting about not being able to post... (crosses eyes). What I am saying is, there will be no Chapter 14 of Somewhere Else Entirely today.
I got the idea for this while hanging around waiting for my partner to wake up from her heart op, so a good while ago. At that time I had stopped writing, knowing that I simply wouldn't have time to do any. I was also in the middle of Tropical Twist and I knew I had to finish that first.
I'm sorry for the delay in putting up the next Tropical Twist, but it will be along later today (UK time).
I recently had a letter asking me to go along to the local Jobcentre Plus for a "Work Focused Interview" (eek!), at 11:15 today. Cue complete shambles...
Yesterday, for the first time since my partner went into hospital, I was able to dress properly - a t-shirt and skirt! I was so comfortable, it irks me having to do the whole 'pretend man' thing all the time!
So I saw my partner off at the station last Wednesday. Late that evening she phoned to say that when she arrived at the hospital they had cancelled the operation and that they had phoned to tell her! Er, no.
Yesterday, we got a letter from The Heart Hospital, offering a date. My partner goes in next Wednesday 21st for a heart bypass operation very early on the 22nd.
That's that for the time being. I've managed to bring the story to a point where various things conclude satisfactorily. I'm now going to put it on the back burner while I scratch some other itches.
Well, I got her back. The unit where she went had been built since I last went to that hospital, typical. Still, I found it and they let me park right next to the emergency entrance so she wouldn't have to walk far.
I've noticed a curious phenomenon recently, and I've only just realised what's going on. Every day, like the sad individual I am, the first thing I do when I log on is to hit 'My Stories'. This way I can find out if anyone's still bothering to read the old stuff, or even leave a comment, or if some other sad person is deluded enough to give my ramblings a vote.
Andrea's recent blog post has prompted me to describe some of my own early life. It's become apparent to me that many here suffer from, or have suffered from, terrible past experiences, and this has shaped who they have become. I am no different; however, my problem is that I can't remember.
My intent is to show that we all share common ground even though we may be as different as - a rail of dresses in a charity shop.
I think I'm going to be forced to take a break from posting stories here for a while. No, I'm not leaving, but the list of things that need doing has gotten unmanageable.
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