I almost didn’t do a post at all this week. It’s end of school year crazy, JuNoWriMo has kicked in full force… and, remember those teeth I said were bothering me? Two extractions (one still in the works) and oral surgery coming at the end of the month.
Excitement all around…. hey, it’s even time for the:
I’ve jumped a page or two in Phuque Ewe (also called the Unnamed Story) to get to this week’s WIPpet. We’re still in ‘Listii’s bedroom at the Hastor family Home with Atyr and Valistii, still in the heat of things, both trying to escape in each other as ‘Listii’s brother attempt at ritual suicide hovers over the Hastor household. The POV shifts here to Atyr and her feelings about what is happening…between them.
Five paragraphs for the 5th of June.
She found herself hovering at that pinnacle she had touched so many times before. Her thoughts were less on their bodies now and more on the mutual pleasure between them, on life, on heaven….the gods only knew what else.
No coherency there.
Random happy memories–maybe they were memories; somehow she suspected they’d never happened–passed though her mind. She wondered fleetingly what was taking him so long to join her, to dance on that pinnacle with her.
She reached with gentle, loving mental hands into his thoughts, feeling his love for her, his delight with her foremost.
Feeling his ultimate refusal to surrender to his desire more than he had.
And as with most things I write, I can find a song to fit the mood… This one does pretty well: No Doubt’s “Don’t Speak”.
K.L. Schwengel, of My Random Muse, fearlessly leads the #WIPpet where writers post pieces of a draft (Work In Progress) that somehow relate with the date for fun and discussion. Feel free to comment and visit other #WIPpeteers here. We love company.
I’m just not functioning at my best this week. Worse yet, the degree of malfunction has been such that I now know how poorly I was functioning before this point. I skipped my Sunday post (yet again) and seriously considered skipping today’s post as well. I would have, if I hadn’t had the WIPpet section ready as a draft.
I mean, things aren’t “horrible”. I am writing. I am editing. I am getting out and about, having lots of hugs and family time. I’ve gotten my camera batteries recharged so I can get out and enjoy all these great flowers and the run-off waterfalls we will be having this weekend (and possibly even some cool Revolutionary War re-enactment at the historic Mabee Farm on Saturday). Life is happening at its usual pace.
I just feel completely unable to handle the task.
I know on an intellectual level that this is just the family depression kicking me in the pants. I’ve fought with depression enough over the years I know and recognize the symptoms. Usually it doesn’t hit me now. June is usually one of my best months. But it’s been an extra stressful year already, and I’ve already dealt with the swings twice since December. I don’t know where I’m going to get the energy to fight this extra dose… not when I haven’t fully pulled myself out of the hole.
So, anyway… I make no promises this time about a Sunday post. If all goes well, I’m hoping I’ll be too occupied with family out-and-about time to think of blogging.