Another day has rolled around.
Probably a good thing that they keep doing that. 🙂

This morning I tweaked a scene in [Whiskey Tango Foxtrot] because I have time before my lovely editor gets into the book. So I added something that was needed and sent off an updated version.
I’ve started on [Foxtrot Mike Lima] and am quite enjoying it so far. Not entirely sure what’s going on but that is quite normal for the beginning of anything that I’m writing. It’ll become clear as I go. 🙂 I just have to trust the process.
Trusting my brain means reminding myself that I know what I am doing.
This is my thing.
I tell stories.
Sometimes I need to get out of my own way.
It’s not always easy to do that.

I do want to get a little way into this new story before I have surgery on my wrist. Otherwise, I’ll be champing at the bit to get into it instead of healing. So, today will be a writing day.
Also, Doris wants me to write another “Written in Leaves” story but this time tell the next sister’s story. I’ve made a wee start on what will be Poppy’s story and it’s called Scattered on Cloth. I’m not super into it yet but it’s coming along. Hopefully, it won’t take two years like Violet’s story. 🙂 🙂

Anyway, that’s what I’m up to at the moment. Trying to get ahead so I can let things go a bit once the surgery happens on May 1st. That’s the theory anyway. I know it won’t work that way. I will annoy myself so much when I can’t use my right hand. I will also annoy Freda and Doris, mostly because my standards are way HIGHER than theirs. It’s not something I can switch off, I’ve always been like that. Things have to be clean and tidy. It’s a must. There’s no wriggle room there.
Why?
Because I know that if it isn’t then the minute I can do things again I will and it’ll be done my way and it’ll cause damage. It’s like when I get sick. I clean a LOT right before I get sick – apparently, I know when it will happen. Then as soon as I’m feeling a little bit better I start cleaning and tidying … and I shouldn’t because I’m not well enough BUT mess compounds. I figure if I keep on doing things then things won’t get out of hand. (I’ve seen what happens when I go away … this is not unfounded craziness.)
So, not being able to use my right-hand for any length of time is not going to be a fun time for me or anyone else.
Yes, that means I’ve carried on doing all the things I’m not supposed to do because who else is going to do it? No one.

Anywho, it’s a bridge to cross later.

Here’s something fun:

[Lure the Lie]