Soon November

And in November! You know what happens then, don’t you? Yes! Time for NaNoWriMo!

I said to myself after my two Camp-WriMo this summer, that I for sure wouldn’t participate in the “real” WriMo in November. Too many words to reach for. 50 000. It was stressful enough to reach my self-set goal of 24 000 in April and 30 000 in July. So no, no! I wouldn’t even think of signing up for 50 000 in November.

Then, just the other day, I read a post written by a Swedish blog friend of mine. She had, she wrote, participated in NaNoWriMo for many years, and not even read afterwards what she had written. So this year she won’t do it. No words about NaNo was good or bad or anything, just: No, not this year. And I guess the fact that she recently has got a book published, has something to do with that as well. And not self-published! No! By a real publisher. And not a particularly small one either. Now there are one after the other of newspapers and tv-shows, that want to interview her.

I haven’t got any book published, and furthermore – I haven’t even worked on my novel for more than a month. Okay! I have a reason for it, but is that reason really acceptable?

Anyhow! When reading that blog post, my brain started working. What if I, despite my earlier decision, sign up for NaNo after all? If I, don’t bother whether I reach the goal of 50 000 words or not. If I, don’t aim for anything particular at all – aka, don’t have a possible novel in mind. If I, try not to have the pressure on me that I HAVE TO write every day. AND! If I write in my own language. Swedish. So much easier, that would be!

If I only try my best to write every day and as much as possible, and see it more as an opportunity to get back to the habit of writing as my lifestyle! That would be quite nice, wouldn’t it? And if I with that approach actually do reach the goal and become a winner… WOW!!!

Then I would dance a Ninja dance – or something.

And what if I have become that slim as well at the end of November? Then the WOW raizes times ten. Or more. Though I can’t be that young as well…

A quite different kind of Writer’s Block

I called my Mac-friend yesterday evening, about the weirdness with my MacBook. Neither Safari nor Firefox worked properly. All tabs and bookmarks went missing. Finder windows didn’t open, or closed when I opened something else. When I wanted to move a folder or a file, it created a copy instead. And when trying to open something on WP, it downloaded that one instead. Really weird. And when I restarted the Mac, it didn’t help one bit.

My friend told me to restart it anyway, but as soon as the sound began I should press the Shift-button and keep it pressed down until finished. Then I could open my files and start working again. Well, I did as he said and at first, it seemed to be all right. But just a couple of minutes later – the Mac acted just the same. Did I do anything the wrong way? I don’t know. But I restarted once more, being very thorough to press down the shift-button immediately, and than open my files and browsers directly afterwards.

This time it seemed to work, and so far everything seems to be just fine. He had said it probably was bla-bla that had locked itself, and don’t ask me what this bla-bla-word was that he mentioned. I forgot it less than a second after he had told me, and I wouldn’t have known what it actually was anyway.

A quite different kind of Writer’s block.

Wondering, though, what might have caused this. I had put in a USB-stick in an attempt to find empty space to keep a bunch of folders. But the stick was not new, I had used that on my Mac before and never found anything weird about it. Except now, when I found loads of stuff that was duplicates to stuff I still have on the Mac. Odd though, that I had to confirm that I was allowed to delete a lot of files. Have I really put one of those protecting shields on them? And was in fact the stick to blame for the odd behavior? Or was it just a mere coincidence?

Today all seem to be fine, but I ponder whether I should dare myself to put in the USB stick again. Not now, anyway, but maybe tomorrow! Just to see what happens. Though it wasn’t particularly fun to start all over making all those preference choices again, from the beginning, both on Safari and Firefox. And the beautiful theme I had on Firefox was completely gone. 😦

 

Messed up!

My MacBookPro is weird like… I don’t know. Trying to send this just to let you know. This time it’s the computer, not me being lazy or something. Firefox is awkward, Safari is awkward, the finder is awkward – everything is awkward as it seems! I can’t even scroll…

Hope this will be posted…

 

Trying to catch up

I have begun getting bored. Finally.

What happened this last week (+ I don’t know how many days), was that I got side effects from one of the medicaments that were supposed to lower my blood pressure. Quite severe ones, and everyone I could get, I think, except for nausea. I won’t bore you by adding a list of them.

I took my last pill of that sort this Wednesday, and I still can sense those “klick-klicks” from inside my chest when my heart goes nuts and the tiredness that still lingers around the blurriness. Though, at least not as severe as at the beginning of the week,

Sitting here now in my sofa (in, not just on) I finally have begun getting bored! That’s a good sign. Tomorrow I’ll probably feel fine again. As I did one week after coming home from the hospital. The TIA was gone, and I was free. I could walk freely.

And then this medicine accumulated in my body…

Now, when pondering whether to write about this or not, I realized one thing. It feels to me as if I have been home again for ages! Or at least six to eight weeks. I haven’t.

I arrived at the hospital by ambulance on Friday, Sept 6th, and came home again Tuesday, Sept 10th. That’s more like four weeks since the TIA happened, and less than that, since I got home again.

Funny, how one can experience time.

Nevertheless, now in the evening when the side effects slowly are running away from me, I’m instead getting bored. I miss writing. I am tired of not having had the energy to take care of my novel in being for several weeks. I am longing to write again. As well as making longer walks, longer bike-tours, seeing more people, attend to more events…

I guess the change is occurring now. My change to the new, healthier, better life. And as a small P.S. – I have now lost 2 pounds, 5,2 kilograms… and continuing…

 

Odd days

Or at least one odd day. Weather-y speaking.

The wind wasn’t chasing me much before noon when I yesterday went shopping for fruit and vegetables. We are used to windy days in this city, so the current tree-dancing and leaf-boogie-woogie was nothing to bother about. I got safely back home with my apples and kale and the other stuff.

But later on, I noticed the wind had increased. A storm? I have no numbers to relate to, but it sure did look like storm-gusts out there. Suddenly, that was in the afternoon, I heard a weird bump and rattle. I looked out and found that my flowerpot had fallen over and the plastic pot had blown down on to the concrete floor and lay there mingling with the parasol foot. Which also is made of concrete, and as such really, really heavy.

The flower is actually three rather big geraniums, the kind that can be rather wide and hangs down. So even when not watered properly, the pot is quite heavy. Still, the wind managed to turn it over and rip the pot off. I saved the plant and sat it down on the floor in the leeward corner. Even put one of the chairs over it for extra protection.

One hour or two later, there was some kind of movement outside. I look up from the book, and see how across the balcony, the sun-chair is majestically gliding along. What a sight for sore eyes! Well, also that one and the table I pushed as close to to the leeward side as was possible.

And then there was just the howling wind, and today there isn’t.

Time flies when you’re happy!

Goodness, gracious! I haven’t been writing anything for like four weeks or so. Except for a couple of posts to my Swedish blog. A bit easier, and I take it quite casually.
Even though it may seem to be a bit of a blockage in me since the mini-stroke, that isn’t the case, and I don’t take it particularly serious. I’ll come back to writing soon enough.

It’s not that I’m feeling sick in any way, other than it took my physical strength and fitness away in a way that puzzles me, and even more, annoys me. But, I guess the TIA was a “punch” to my entire body and drained me of good condition and strength, even the half that wasn’t affected directly. But I’m sad, I can not yet walk or bike as far as I could before the incident, but that too will come back. Just have to give it some time.

Despite that, I’m good. Reposing, relaxing, going to gatherings, meeting friends. Old ones and new. Not every day though. But enough to be necessarily social and to enjoy myself.
Other days I do whatever I like. I’m reading, watching Netflix, knitting, doing jigsaw puzzles or playing solitaire on the iPad. Or something else. Including taking a nap now and then.

Have lost some weight. Almost 5 kilograms so far (10 lb), in 3,5 weeks, and more will drop. It’s wonderful to be able to wear some of the clothes that have been too tight for a long time, and my almost new jeans are getting a bit loose. Especially around the waist. Seven centimetres there are gone, (almost 3 inches), and my iPhone6 now fits in my left front pocket without any trouble at all, and the belt speaks the truth…

Free as Livingstone Seagull…