Looking back at my previous blog titles, I think I might have tempted fate.
Like a good percentage of us, I'd been walking around smugly these last three years, announcing, when people reported their Covid infections, that I'd never caught Covid. Nor did I expect to, I had all 3 jabs, and I won't bore you with that saga. I washed my hands so often I'm surprised I have any skin on them, in fact it might explain why I can see my veins, tendons and bones in the back of my hands. I'd rather fantasise that, than admit its because I'm getting old. I wore my lovely animal masks long after other folk stopped and tolerated the sarcastic glances because I preferred them as a fashion statement. I still wipe shopping trolleys and baskets too.
Then just over a week ago, I caught the Beast. I'm not sure when. I have two possibilities. I'd had a sore throat on and off for a week before the temperature started, but I've also suffered with awful Hay Fever this year for weeks on end, like a lot of folk. Nothing I did got rid of it, decongestants, antihistamines, throat spray, nose spray, or a combination of all of them. I decided the throat was just another Hay Fever thingy I'd need to get used to. My second possibly was being on a coach for 4 hours, but I won't go into details about that. Either way it got me good, as they say.
The temperature rose, then soared. If I'd been climbing Everest I might have appreciated the warmth, having a temperature of 39.2C when it is also 39C outside is something you can only experience. Being an oven, sitting in an oven is all I can compare it too.
It beat my time through the Menopause hands down. And the nose, OMG how did so much fluid come from such a small place on my body, I do not know. I couldn't wee that much in one go! I broke my record of 9 sneezes and hit 12 in a row. I ended up searching for my lungs under the bed at one point because I'm pretty sure they shot out and tried to hide. But the worse thing by far apart from the vomiting, the sweats, the pyrexia, the cough and the sneezing was the bloody tickling thing up my nostrils. Honestly, if I could have cut my nose off, I would have. I came very close on a couple of occasions.
You know when you have to do an LFT and stick that awful cotton bud up your nose? You know that most vile tickly feeling that you know is going to happen and you dread that more than anything else? Imagine having that continuously for hours on end. Honestly it was no joke. The phrase, "I wouldn't wish this on my worse enemy springs to mind. However, I might considering the way the world is going at the moment.
Enough. You say. We've heard it all before. We've already had it - twice or more. What can you rambling on about it do to help the situation? Well, it sure makes me feel better, getting my angst out. It also gives me an opportunity to thank the beautiful people who sent me many get well wishes. It is nice to know people know you exist when you're poorly - so remember others. I also want to thank my husband's 'club' for sending me the most amazing bouquet of flowers I have ever received, at least in the last 15 years. It was disappointing that I couldn't smell them as that disappeared on day 3. Though I am pleased to say they still look great a week later and I can smell them now - yes I changed the water today.
What of your writing? - I hear you crow. Isn't this a blog about your writing? Well naturally, I didn't do much while I was in bed 6 days, but now. I've leapt like a racehorse into the fray. Aquasapien 3 is finished and with my formatter. The cover is done and the printers lined up.
Chicken Wizard had no joy with the traditional publishing circuit so I'm back to doing what I do best, with my mantra "I'll be dead before they take a blind bit of notice." Ellie my latest Illustrator is getting to grips with the artwork. I've also seen CW in his glory. I've wanted to do a colour picture book for years, but never had the confidence. Covid Bah! I might not be Chicken Wizard, but my god I'm going to work like one. Between Worlds, my eight novel is being unwrapped for a re-write as I type, looking to publish that in 2023, after Aqua 3 in December 2022.
and I'm still writing A Sackful of Dragons, with a new character introduced, Toby the Blue mouse.
On the slightly weird side, my Hay Fever has completely disappeared after three months!
Another item ticked off my bucket list. After seven and a half gruelling hours, with 100 sit-ups and 140 press-ups (or it might have been round the other way, I was into the what-the-hell stage by then), 200 star jumps, 600+ kicks, my grade moves, god-knows how many katas and then 20, back-to-back one minute fights.
I am now officially a 2nd Kyu Brown Belt. That's it for me. Its taken almost eighteen years to get here, but I wanted to pass my original Green belt grade in Shotokan that I got when I was in my twenties and I've done it.
Now, its a case of keeping fit and karate will give me that. It builds stamina, strength and supplety, not to mention confidence, mindfulness and the ability to protect yourself in a crisis. What's not to like about it? More people in their 50's and 06's are joining our club. One of our member's passed his 2nd brown belt with me. He is in his 70's! Well Done Arthur you are a true star!
On the writing front, for Aqua 3 I've only 100 pages left to proof. The new cover is done. I've had two offers for the launch, and am considering a morning one in Margate and an afternoon one in Ramsgate on the same day. Meanwhile, I've attended the mini Broadstairs Literary Festival Friday and although it wasn't packed, I've increased my network of authors and discovered an Illustrator who might be interested in doing Chicken Wizard.
In the coming weeks, I'm giving talks to other writing groups and attending our own local ones too. My next signing event is this Saturday back at Faversham again, in the Alexander Centre in the high street. I'm also off to Thorpe Park this week. It was a bit of a surprise when my boss asked me to go as 1st aider for the journey, but I'm getting paid so what could I say?