So I have a goal to blog more. I miss it. It used to be such a big part of my life and I'm sad that I've let it slip by the wayside, along with many other things that used to be important to me. During this last big "dip" I've allowed myself to slip further and further into my comfort zone, letting things go, shutting myself up into my turtle shell and ignoring things that involve human interaction and expressing myself. Well, I'm working on ditching the shell and putting myself out there more like I used to. I'm working on healing, and getting back to the Alicia I used to be. My blog is an important step, to talk about the things that are still here, still important to me, defining my life at this point in time.
1.5 months. That's it. That's all I have left to finish my novel. Can you believe it? I can't. But I'm so excited. To think that in a month and a half I could be signing a contract, handing over my beloved manuscript to be published to the world, for you and everyone else to read. Am I nervous? A little, but nowhere near as much as I am excited. Although I haven't made as much progress over the last few months as I would have liked, I'm raring to finish this bad boy. I'm at a crucial part in the story right now, maybe the part I'm most excited about writing--the falling in love part, which leads to the twist part, the conflict part, and the dramatic ending part. Eek! I can hardly contain myself. I really hope you all love reading it as much as I love writing it. This story is so much a part of me.
Progress on my headaches is not so much progressing. I guess sometimes in order to find the solution you have to eliminate the non-solutions and things might get worse before they get better. The prescription the neuro put me on was a great diet pill, but a joke of a pain pill. Instead of preventing migraines as it was supposed to do, it created pressure in my forehead so intense it actually brought migraines on. Needless to say I stopped taking it. I am still plugging away at physical therapy, which rocks my world--while I'm there. 15 minute head/neck massages twice a week? Yes please! But I leave every single time with a headache, which turns into an excruciating migraine by that night. Pretty much the only time I get those really bad ones now are the days I go to P.T. Hmmm. Something wrong with this picture? Supposedly I should get used to it in time, but how many more times can I willingly go in there, knowing I'm in for a crapload of pain that night? I have to say, not many. Sigh.
Other than that not much to report. I promise to be back soon, blogging again. I can't promise I'll have anything interesting to say, but maybe you'll wanna read it anyway.