Unstoppable
Well I have survived yet another migraine! (insert holy harp music here) It is on day two and I am still feeling the after affects of this monster headache which pretty much debilitated me yesterday, and has me dragging ass today. I was up for probably a total of 2 hours yesterday and that was to take more meds and go to the bathroom. The minute I was done with said bathroom trips and knocking back another almost useless pill I would slink back into a very, very, dark and quiet room and try to get to sleep. It was at this point that I began to talk to myself like Gollum. Precious and I discussed how it would be to our relief to just remove my head. It would work wonders if we could do that. I even grabbed my phone from the bedside table and thought of hitting old Google for guillotine rentals. (261,000 results if you're curious) I did realize I would probably need my head attached in the coming days and would not want to be known round my hood as Mrs. Horseman so I put the chopping on the back burner and just continued to writhe and talk to myself.
While I was writhing and praying to fall asleep I did something...I came up with another story idea!
Yes I did I came up with a fabulous story idea. In the midst of feeling as though I were dying I could not stop myself from thinking of writing. I have said many times before that writing is not just something I do it is who...what I am. I would imagine that on my death bed I will be thinking of all the things I could or didn't write. My mind , at least as far as writing goes, is unstoppable. I may never be well known, and "legit" traditional published authors may not look upon a creature such as myself with favor or respect but that is ok. Why is that? Because I write without the promise of money or fame. I write for the sheer joy and passion of it. Will I keep trying to get published...of course...I mean all writers love to be read...regardless of what we might say. BUT, and this is a big one...not to mention and improper way to start a sentence...but the point is if writing ever becomes something that I look at as a job or where I look at other writers and scoff at them because they do not fit neatly into a little box...then go ahead and rent that guillotine because my head has obviously become to big for my body!
P.S.
I do want to say that migraines are no joke and if you suffer from them you do have my complete empathy!
While I was writhing and praying to fall asleep I did something...I came up with another story idea!
Yes I did I came up with a fabulous story idea. In the midst of feeling as though I were dying I could not stop myself from thinking of writing. I have said many times before that writing is not just something I do it is who...what I am. I would imagine that on my death bed I will be thinking of all the things I could or didn't write. My mind , at least as far as writing goes, is unstoppable. I may never be well known, and "legit" traditional published authors may not look upon a creature such as myself with favor or respect but that is ok. Why is that? Because I write without the promise of money or fame. I write for the sheer joy and passion of it. Will I keep trying to get published...of course...I mean all writers love to be read...regardless of what we might say. BUT, and this is a big one...not to mention and improper way to start a sentence...but the point is if writing ever becomes something that I look at as a job or where I look at other writers and scoff at them because they do not fit neatly into a little box...then go ahead and rent that guillotine because my head has obviously become to big for my body!
P.S.
I do want to say that migraines are no joke and if you suffer from them you do have my complete empathy!
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