I was listening to a podcast by Michael Hyatt called This Is Your Life Podcast. The topic was My Best Advice for First-Time Authors. (This subject was covered in two parts #21 and #22) Michael used to be a CEO at Thomas Nelson Publishing. He helped start WestBow Press, a division of Thomas Nelson & Zondervan. WestBow specialize in assisting the self-publishing author get their book ready for publication: designing, editing, marketing, etc.
The next day, I visited their site and filled out a form requesting more information. A representative called me and we chatted for a few minutes. I told him how I learned about the company, explained that I wasn’t quite ready to publish yet and was exploring my options. He was friendly and asked questions that I hadn’t considered. Before hanging up, he told me he would contact me again in a few weeks to see how my book is progressing.
I’m excited about the step I took. It makes the book more of a possibility and less of a dream.
My left ear started to hurt on Sunday. I’ve had a lot of problems with my ears and nose in the past few years. I’m having trouble hearing and had a tube put into the left ear about two years ago. After leaving the office, I realized that my right ear had a loss of hearing too! It wasn’t too bad, so I didn’t go back to have it checked.
Throughout this time, my hearing has fluctuated from good to bad. My nose is almost always stuffy and it runs a lot. I get an injection of Enbrel once a week. This is a drug that suppresses the immune system. Therefore, I can easily catch or develop something.
I’m getting started late today. We in the US turned our clocks ahead one hour for Daylight Savings Time (DST) this last weekend. I think Arizona and Hawaii are the only two states that don’t observe this practice. Because of the loss of an hour, my body clock, along with many others, is still off kilter. For me it takes about a week to adjust. Regaining the hour in the Fall when we go back to regular time has its challenges too. I won’t go into that right now, though.
It’s interesting how memories emerge when your focused on trying to remember past events. Like scraps of paper with snippets of scenes written on them. Not developed yet, but intriguing enough to invite further examination.
For example, I remember a trip I took with my brother, Rod, our friend Sandi, and her three boys. We all crammed into the cab of a U-Haul truck, the trailer filled with all our earthly belongings, and my cat. Continue reading
Rheumatoid arthritis can be a painful disease. Some days more so than others. Occasionally, I’ll wake up feeling so much sore that, even after taking a couple of extra ibuprofen, I don’t get relief. I describe those times as feeling like I’d ‟been French-kissed by a Mack truck.” A time when every movement, every touch, or every breath screams pain. Over the years, I’ve learned that the only way to ease the pain is through meditation. I find that relaxing my body and calming my mind reduces the tension of tight, achy muscles which helps me get past it..
When people think of meditation, they often picture someone sitting in the lotus position—legs crossed and arms folded across their chest—repeating an obscure sound or word in a chant-like way. Well, that isn’t how I do it. First, there is no way I can sit in that position. Second, I’d feel foolish repeating something over and over.
I am trying to become more focused and disciplined in my blogging and writing. My intentions are to have the memoir published by the end of May. Can I do it? I don’t know, I sure hope so. I’m discovering there is much to do before publishing a book. Its a long complicated process, but I push on., knowing that after I’ve done it once, the next time will be easier.
The last week has been unusually cold in Portland. Between Thursday February 8 and Sunday the 10th we received between 5 and 8 inches of snow and suffered through temperatures dipping into the teens. After the snowstorms we were blasted with some freezing rain that deposited 0.1 inch of ice on top of the white stuff.
I love to cook and bake. However, I can’t, unless there is someone around to chop the ingredients, lift heavy pans, and open jars–basically be my “sous chef.” Most of the time, that person is Greg. He doesn’t like cooking, and really dislikes cleaning up the mess, but he is willing to do it for me.
It is impossible for me to use a regular oven, so last Christmas he bought me a counter top oven. I had one for years, but, before I moved in here, it quit working. I asked for a new one every time I wanted to cook something. I guess I finally wore him down. Now, although Greg still helps with the preparation of the meal, I am able to do more. This is a big boast to my sense of independence.
Even if you don’t have a condition that restricts your ability to do something, there are many aids on the market that help make life easier. Do you have a favorite appliance or tool that you can’t live without? Leave a comment below and share it with us.
I have RA, but it does not have me. It is not my life. Yes, sometimes I grieve for the old life–the life before RA—but, I know I can’t change what life has thrown at me. I can however, learn to cope and focus on what I can do each day. Although, I have had to change the direction of my dreams and have to do some things differently, I keep on dreaming.
Sample of my handwriting
I’m always surprised when someone hands me a form then asks, ‟Can you sign this? Or do you want me to do it and you can initial it?” My hands aren’t pretty, by any means; they are gnarled and weak looking. At first glance, they give the impression of being difficult to use. However, once I write my name, it is east to see that they are still useful in some tasks.