Progress of Sorts

Finished the Lyme Disease med last night–the last few days had indeed shown some gastric disturbance, but it’s over with (the medication–and the disturbance I hope will soon follow.)  I have been warned that the photosensitivity the med often causes could last much longer (NOoooooo!!!) and SPF 100 sunscreen does nothing to prevent the reaction.  Caution is called for, esp. as Texas sun in summer is a killer anyway.  But.  Going outside will happen realsoonnow just to find out.  (Yes, long sleeves, long pants, AND sunscreen AND hat to prevent the ordinary sunburn, though it may induce heat exhaustion since it’s hot and humid.)   The initial rash that led to the fortunately quick diagnosis is faded now–not entirely gone, but that’s OK.

On the very bright side, I’ve been able to write a few coherent, well-structured longer nonfiction things (I recover nonfiction faster than fiction…all I have to do is arrange data, not create stuff)  and the fiction plot daemon opened one eye, glared at me, and said “Not quite yet, go away!” before pulling the blanket back over his head.   (Before that, the lump under the old Army blanket didn’t even stir when poked with a broomstick.)  (And yes, the inside of my head has many things in it you don’t know about.  Staff, for instance.  Plot Daemon, Editor, Research Assistant, Nitpicker, Distractor, Procrastinator (they switch off, those two),  Costumer,  Fight Manager (who sometimes wanders out of the fiction side of my head…that’s never good), Interrupter,  Squirrel-finder Extraordinary.  For a start.  And Places:  Roof, Attic, Cellar, Stables, Farmyard, Lane, at least five different Magic Woods, a variety of Fields (wet, dry, grassy, flat, sloping, plowed) and Fencerows (with and without something in flower or berries of some kind.))   You may learn about animals and things another time, but there’s always a herd of horses in my head.

On my own, with the Plot Daemon still snoring away loudly in his bunk, I have been moving around foundational background stuff, like shoving your Scrabble tiles around to make words and even sentences.   Characters are no longer stiff unmoving dolls refusing to do anything, though they’re still at the stage where all they’ll do is talk.  And talk.  And get something to eat and sit down with it and talk.   About the same thing in almost the same words.  But off in the distance something’s moving, the way you can see across a field the first branches in the distant woods begin to move and though it’s not here yet, where everything’s dead still, you know a wind is coming.    To keep mixing metaphors, the trick at this point is not to keep yanking on the pump handle, but let the well fill more before trying to get the water out.



6 thoughts on “Progress of Sorts

  1. The last time I was taking stuff that caused photosensitivity I discovered that even reflected sun off of a parking lot made me burn. So even a really broad brimmed hat is not fail safe if walking on reflective surfaces!

  2. So glad to hear you’re recovering. Don’t push it, let the recovery take its time so you start real writing again when you can’t stop yourself doing it rather than when you can make yourself do it.

  3. Glad to hear you’re getting better, and let’s hope the photosensitivity goes soon too, not good in summer….

  4. I allowed myself very limited (under 5 minutes, in partial shade) sun exposure–run out, put wet socks on the line, come straight back in. Out again in evening to bring socks in) . Nothing happened. Today, about the same, doing some medicine ball exercises. plus a stroll up the driveway. We’ll see what tomorrow brings. I’ve avoided driving, because of sun coming in the car (and glass doesn’t block all the UV–nothing blocks all the UV in Texas summer but solid walls) but I need to be able to get out to the grocery store, Target, and also to ride my bike, my best form of exercise.

    Reflective surfaces are the hardest to remember…I recall my mother wearing a “bandit” bandanna on the beach, tucked into the neck of her shirt, as well as a pith helmet, and making me do it too, to avoid the under-chin and throat burn so many people got. (People would comment, but my mother made me wear lightweight long pants and long-sleeved shirt at the beach, and I never got a bad sunburn. I could go in the water and play, but I didn’t burn.)

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