I had my  appointment yesterday with a blond southern woman who called me honey, sweetie, darlin’ (no g”, of course) and such all through our session. She killed me, quite literally. She kept pushing down on all my pressure points and commented “yes, that must have hurt” every time I screamed. Then she told me “try to stop yelling, people will think I’m hurting you!” NO KIDDING? I was in serious pain leaving and am now too. I had to take some muscle relaxers before going to sleep, or I wouldn’t have slept at all.

To make matters better (ahem….) my dear husband dragged us all out of bed at 8 bloody AM to play tennis with him. Me, our little girl and my poor sister (since she usually sleeps to about 10, I though he overdid it a bit…) weren’t too thrilled about the idea, I was still a zombie due to the muscle relaxers and hadn’t had breakfast yet. Needless to say, I didn’t really play, and my sister didn’t put any real effort into it either. Hubby gave up after maybe half an hour.

My writing is going pretty good. No really. I had this dream, and I am going to use it for the basic outline for a book (future book, hopefully). I also wrote the first rough (read: very very very rough) draft of the first chapter. Though kinda bad, the chapter is very good. Very good. Though it also sucks. I can’t really explain it very well, can I? I guess you could say that the basic underlining thread is very good, while the current wording and most phrases aren’t that spectacular. It’s also way too short. It’ll need to be maybe 6 pages long, right now it’s almost exactly 2. What I also need is a couple more plot lines. Yeah, I know. However this one could be a keeper. It’s still not the fantasy novel I want to write, but I’m sure that one will pop up later in the future.

Now I am going to go beg my sister to gently massage my back, to get the blood flowing through my muscles. I have already done the exercises the lady told me to do, and they hurt like hell.