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blamebrampton) wrote2008-10-06 09:04 pm
blamebrampton) wrote2008-10-06 09:04 pm
Strange day ...
It's been a long weekend here, and I have achieved perhaps one thing from my list of The Many Things I Must Do. Instead I have slept like a log for most of it and failed to finish my Darkfest fic.
Instead, I fell over on wet tiles at the shops and -- even with my ninja-like falling skills -- managed to give myself one hell of a bruise and gash to the calf; there was a vicious edge where some of the tiles and concrete had broken away. I strongly suspect that those tiles are not passed for external use, as it was a mild damp from the earlier rain, but there was no traction at all. And I'm not joking about the ninja-like falling skills. Years of riding, ballet and martial arts have perfected them, and I was rolling neatly to one side from the waist down, holding a coffee and two pastries upright with minimal spillage -- would have been fine if not for the broken edge gouging me.
I think I'll slap on a short skirt and go over and rant with a spot of bruise waving to see if I can get them to fix that. What if I'd been an OAP?
Anyway, I limped home, to find that two of my friends and their cute toddler were planning to descend on us. Which put an end to my writing plans. But then I received LJ notifications from three of people who had read one (different ones!) of my stories over the weekend and had nice things to say about them.
I have to say that this cheered me up immensely. After writing at the speed of glacial shift -- er classic glacial shift speed, not current -- I suddenly felt much more talented and much more competent. Comments, they are beautiful things!
Friends are happily ensconced, alcohol in hand, toddler in toddler nest, and trashy television keeping us from having to make any mental effort. Tomorrow night looks good for writing. Leg still hurts, though!
Instead, I fell over on wet tiles at the shops and -- even with my ninja-like falling skills -- managed to give myself one hell of a bruise and gash to the calf; there was a vicious edge where some of the tiles and concrete had broken away. I strongly suspect that those tiles are not passed for external use, as it was a mild damp from the earlier rain, but there was no traction at all. And I'm not joking about the ninja-like falling skills. Years of riding, ballet and martial arts have perfected them, and I was rolling neatly to one side from the waist down, holding a coffee and two pastries upright with minimal spillage -- would have been fine if not for the broken edge gouging me.
I think I'll slap on a short skirt and go over and rant with a spot of bruise waving to see if I can get them to fix that. What if I'd been an OAP?
Anyway, I limped home, to find that two of my friends and their cute toddler were planning to descend on us. Which put an end to my writing plans. But then I received LJ notifications from three of people who had read one (different ones!) of my stories over the weekend and had nice things to say about them.
I have to say that this cheered me up immensely. After writing at the speed of glacial shift -- er classic glacial shift speed, not current -- I suddenly felt much more talented and much more competent. Comments, they are beautiful things!
Friends are happily ensconced, alcohol in hand, toddler in toddler nest, and trashy television keeping us from having to make any mental effort. Tomorrow night looks good for writing. Leg still hurts, though!
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You poor thing! Is your hand better? Always roll to the side! Your upper arms have lovely muscle to take the blow!
And thank you! What a lovely thing! I'll have a read when I get home! I really should cyberstalk new friends, but I am always so gleeful I just sign you up and chat away here. Though I know you had a post recently that I was cogitating on before my computer turned itself off; will have to hunt down and cogitate and actually post a reply!
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My hand is weird. It got better over three weeks and then started hurting again last weekend, but is better again now. I'm not too worried the doctor said it would take 6-8 weeks to come right. It's mostly just a nuisance. The thing is that I know in theory to roll as I fall, but to actually do it is, I think, more of a muscle memory thing. Plus it was so quick, and I was a tad concerned about where I was in relation to the oncoming traffic. (Almost at the curb luckily, but you worry about these things when you know you're about to be helplessly on the ground.)
I try to put stuff in the journal from time to time, but there isn't much there. Would be interested in your thoughts on endings though. It was a thought I had, but didn't really have any answers. It would be interesting to get a writer's perspective on it.