I can’t stress enough how happy I really am to be back to work after having to take a month off because I broke my hand. When I tell you guys I was literally going slowly insane I mean just that. I’ve finally been medically released back to work, albeit only light duty. It really don’t matter to me so long as I’m allowed back. Being outta work since the 13th of May and sitting at home with my son and husband being the only other people I was around constantly. As I said earlier I was going crazy. Being stuck in the damn house listening to 2 grown ass men butt heads all the time has been frustrating as hell.
I mean it when I say it starting causing me to be more of a cranky bitch than I am normally. I felt like I was always in a fowl mood every time my husband aggrevated me or came at me complaining about my son still living here and wanting him to hurry up and move out. My son hasn’t been too motivated in looking for another place either. That’s also been bothering the hell outta me. He’ll be 22-years old in December and should have already been living in his own place. My husband wants him out so bad he’s taken it upon himself to go out driving around town and down random side streets looking to see if he could find any available places for rent on his own. Because not everyone will run an ad advertising they have places for rent. It gets around more by word of mouth than anything in this small podunk town.
One good productive thing I have been doing with all that time I had off was being able to work on the book I’m writing. My husband came to me with a great idea of a scenario to write a book about. So when he began telling me I actually seen it in my head developing into a very interesting book. Me being the avid reader I am, had endless ideas an possibilities in ways to start writing about it. I have many trial and error runs. The first time I started writing it I had difficulty thinking of what I wanted the bad guy to be and I was thinking of how I could make a killer but being in an unconventional way. On a more psychological level than just outright gory, sloppy, mass murdering. And might I say I’ve done it. I had already wrote 11 chapters before I ended up scrapping all that I had only to start all over again. I kept what I’d wrote so I could go back and use any good ideas I may have forgotten about the characters I’ve became very close to and wanted to keep using in the newest version I now have.
So, me being happy with the way it going as of now I’m going to end this post so I can work on it before I have to leave for work. I hope everyone has a blessed day.