Sitting in my room

I spend a lot of time sitting in my bed.  It is less than a year ago, but still I'm in it a lot.  It gives me time to reflect.  They say introspective is good. Not sure I agree with that.  It tends to get me in trouble.  The more I think the further I slip into self pity.  I've never been a big fan of pity.  I don't feel sorry for myself, most of the time.  I suppose I could.  I don't know many 37 year olds that have a below the knee amputation, brain tumor, bone problems, fibromyalgia, and PTSD.  I'm sure there are people who are worse of than me, but last I checked it isn't a competition.
This is one of those nights that I wonder why me?  I wonder whose idea it was to make this part of my path. I just hate that I have to put my leg on to walk.  I want to just get out of bed and go to the bathroom.  Not possible.  I have to either hop into my wheelchair or take the time to put my leg on.  It does suck.  I wish I had someone to talk to that understood.  UGH.

Excerpt from Walking in the Plains

“I guess not. Now what was this about a distraction,” I coyly asked.

“I think I’m going to enjoy this,” he said taunting me.  He swept me up and carried me off to the bedroom. I expected him to launch me toward the bed, but he didn’t. He set me down and went right into the bathroom.  Seconds later I heard him running the bath.  He knew my body was too tense to just go at it like rabbits.  I needed to calm down and relax so that I could enjoy myself.

Exactly my love.

I know you so well.

As I know you, Evetta.  I intend to pleasure every square inch of you tonight.

The pure lust coming off of that last comment made my legs quiver.  He never made that promise lightly.  My insides were turning to goo. He could move me to climax just speaking to me.  I was so wrapped around his finger.

Yes, you are my love. Now get that cute, naked butt in here!

I hope you are peaked enough to want to read it.  I'm nearly finished with the first run through. Then its down to the impossible task of the edit.

My body takes a time out

I love writing. It has brought me so much contentment.  However, my condition still rears its ugly head. I sat here today because my fibromyalgia was kicking my butt.  I try to keep the exercise up to keep the symptoms at bay. Between the amputation and the nerve running, I just couldn't cope.  My time down today gave me the opportunity to write like a mad woman.  Diane and I finished the first run of our book.  Now we just have to edit it.  I am really proud of the work we have done.  My cousin is a talented, awesome person. I love her more now than I ever thought possible.  I also made major headway on my angel book.  I can't wait to publish it.

Welcome to the World of Writing

My first book has been published! Go me.  I can't wait to see it blow up and take over the world.  I am so excited.  I have three more books in the work.  I hope they make a big impact.