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lenora_roseI'd like to know what the hell is up with my knee, please. I can walk on it fine (Though I start with a bit of a limp, it's almost more for fear of pain or tightness than for actual pain or tightness). I could run, or at least manage a mild jog, when I tried, though I don't run far at the best of times. But it tries to lock up (not in the usual sense, but the best way to describe it) when I'm standing still, if I'm not careful. Which made archery fun today. And I can't life that leg to rest on my other knee, or bend over it while sitting - which meant Colin ahd to put my sock on for me, a thing we both for some reason found hysterical at the time, but, really, I'd like not to have the pain, thanks. Especially as I cannot remotely remember anything I've done that might lead to this (It was on yesterday, too, just not as bad, and ditto for Saturday.)
Massage appointment in two days, by sheer luck. It feels like being prodded that way will help, and my neck is looser than it was, so I'll ask Tim to try.
And I got back from archery to find me not a rejection for one of the stories, but a rewrite request. And one that probably has a point. The story in question is decidedly stunt-writing, and in fear of the weird delivery getting in the way of comprehension, I did repeat myself. But I'll have to think about it a bit before I go back and think what to remove.
Also, I really need to drill through the next few scenes in Bird, because these are going to be murder to write. This is the dark dark pit of a dark story, the stuff that makes me want to apologize to the character over and over just for writing it. And they won't get out of my head until I do.
(Put it this way. Colin and I wanted a nice evening together before archery. So I didn't work on writing this afternoon.)
Massage appointment in two days, by sheer luck. It feels like being prodded that way will help, and my neck is looser than it was, so I'll ask Tim to try.
And I got back from archery to find me not a rejection for one of the stories, but a rewrite request. And one that probably has a point. The story in question is decidedly stunt-writing, and in fear of the weird delivery getting in the way of comprehension, I did repeat myself. But I'll have to think about it a bit before I go back and think what to remove.
Also, I really need to drill through the next few scenes in Bird, because these are going to be murder to write. This is the dark dark pit of a dark story, the stuff that makes me want to apologize to the character over and over just for writing it. And they won't get out of my head until I do.
(Put it this way. Colin and I wanted a nice evening together before archery. So I didn't work on writing this afternoon.)
