First: there has been a change in release dates for Blood Wyne. It will be out in February 2011 instead of January 2011. We have good reason for doing so, please don’t complain about it—there will only be a few months between the release of Harvest Hunting (late October 2010) and Blood Wyne.
And until then, you’ll have Night Myst (late June 2010) to introduce you to a brand new world of mine.
I haven’t been talking about my writing much on the blog lately. I find that the more I am working, the less I want to talk about it. The more I write, the less energy I have to discuss it. The deeper I get into a project, the less I am willing to share until it comes out. I’ve been giving snippets—a line or two—on Twitter for awhile but now am even reconsidering that. I simply am too tied to the work to discuss much. And I’m cranky lately about so many things—internet piracy, fanfiction, how much a very few people want to peek inside my life, the weird complaints some people make that I can do nothing about and have no control over. I think this has increased since I joined Twitter. It’s a great communications device but too much familiarity can breed irritation. So I may back off a bit from it…go back to blogging more perhaps. Maybe I'm just turning into a curmudgeon. I dunno. We’ll see.
So the workouts are beginning to evolve after three months. I'm actually starting to look forward to them. This is a big step for me because when I was young, exercise was used as a way to make my stepfather feel superior to his chubby stepdaughter. Way to go, dude. Make the kid feel bad because she can't do as advanced of yoga positions as you can. That and one particularly horrid gym teacher left me hating exercise even though I admired athletes.
The only exercises I've ever really enjoyed were dancing and sex, and that's because both involve music and similar moves that feel sensuous and passionate.
But I have to admit--when the endorphins finally take over the chronic pain and kick in, I start looking forward to the weights and so forth. And for the first time in years, the endorphins are kicking in. This is the first time in years I've done consistent exercise more than stretching due to chronic pain...and I'm finally breaking through the pain barrier (I cannot take anything like aspirin, ibuprophen, most herbs are out...so pain control is whatever I can do on a mental level).
So yes, working out with my friend Jo is helping. Even when I don't think I feel like it, the fact that she's coming over makes me drag my ass out of the chair and put on the music. And four times out of five, I find that ten minutes in I'm really getting into it.
Okay, I’m about blogged out for now. Later, peeps, and have a great rest of the weekend.