You know, it's quite hard for me to write about 'plot' if I don't have a story in front of me. When Anne Lamott says "All you can give us is what life is about from your point of view," I have to sit and ponder for a bit. My life is not cut and dry, point A to point B and so on. I start off on point A, then jump to C, meander back to B, go all the way to Q, then I might go back and hit the rest of the points, or I might continue on from Q.
Right now, my life is pretty uneventful. I get up, I water dogs, I eat breakfast, I shower, I dress. Go to work, work, lunch, work, leave, and go home. My evenings are different. Tuesday nights I knit at the coffee shop (hi, Jessi!). Thursday nights, throw darts. Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays all depend on what seems like the best course of action to take. Most of the time it's Mr. Realist and I sitting and watching TV, WiiMario-ing, or him WoWing and me writing or dicking around on the computer. It's stagnant, and I'm beginning to hate it. I sort-of sell Pampered Chef, and I'm really glad that I went to the Spring Into Action conference today. I'd love-love-love to go to National Conference in July in Chicago, but I'm pretty sure that I won't have the monies it will cost me to go, especially after all of this doctor stuff for my knee.
(see, told you I can't keep a plot if it's not a story I'm writing)
My knee. I couldn't walk yesterday morning, and it's been giving me fits since last week. I don't know what I did to it. Today? Walking fine (just a slight limp). I'm still going to see the specialist tomorrow at 11am. Yesterday it was painfully tender to the touch; today, it's just sore. I don't know if it's just slipping in and out of place, but it's starting to piss me off. Yesterday, I had blood drawn and x-rays and the nurse practitioner scared the everliving shit out of me with telling me that they might have to 'tap it.' And that's not 'tapping' something in the good way (like an ass). Nope - this kind of tapping involved a six-inch needle the diameter of the one they stick into your arm veins when you give blood to starving vampires and they suck out fluid and grossness (LDs, making myself queasy just thinking about it). Seriously, it's starting to worry me. They're not going to find anything. They never do. Just keep billing the shitty insurance, right?
So, wish me luck tomorrow at the specialist. Maybe he'll tell me that it's antibiotics I need and a good jerk on the old knee joints to put it back into place, and I'll be good (for a while).
Heepwah, and be safe out there.
Your injured
Mrs. Dreamer
Page 55 of Bird by Bird, "All you can give us is what life is about from your point of view."
Plot is the main point of your story. Every blog post is a story, however short or long you create it. What is the point of this post?
Write a post with a clear plot- the point in which you are trying to make.
Plot is the main point of your story. Every blog post is a story, however short or long you create it. What is the point of this post?
Write a post with a clear plot- the point in which you are trying to make.
Did my plot bore you? Here are more:
A-I hope they fix your need without any grossness, and that you get good drugs.
ReplyDeleteB-"And that's not 'tapping' something in the good way (like an ass)." Best. Line. Ever. Made the post. Well done!!
Good luck at the specialist!
ReplyDeleteAnd, I have to agree with Kisha.
"And that's not 'tapping' something in the good way (like an ass)." is absolutely classic. I am glad I didn't have a mouthful of liquid when I read that little gem.
Life IS a plot,and it is allllways thickening. You did great!