April Writing Update

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Or, some days… the dragon wins.

Sometimes it feels as if I am taking one step forward and two steps back when it comes to my writing. Not that I suddenly suck one day (I mean, obviously some stories don’t quite work, but I don’t mean that), but it’s like the month that there is a Camp NaNoWriMo I suddenly get ill and stuff and can’t seem to have the time to write.

Okay, work has been crazy busy, and writing for a living for your day job can make it very difficult to do the switch to writing fiction during the evening. Especially when there is the always-present chronic crap wanting to flare up. (Let’s just say that I am not amused when this happens. The exact vocabulary I may use sometimes will not be repeated here.)


And then — blissful weekend — or so I thought. Turns out I woke up on Saturday with my right arm (my dominant arm) completely useless thanks to hurting my elbow and my elbow doing something with a nerve in my arm. I don’t know, it’s been happening for years, I don’t bother going to the doctor as it’s usually fine within two days or so.* But, though I was okay to knit, typing and writing by hand was out of the question.

So I basically lost a whole weekend of writing part 9 of The Box of Secrets and did not work on Porselein either.

Good news is that my arm is basically back to normal and I caught up on some of my podcasts over the weekend at least!


Happy thoughts — Jozi Flash 2018 and other projects

Good news, though, is that everyone taking part in Jozi Flash 2018 is busy writing away at the first of the stories!

To read the previous Jozi Flash Anthologies, simply go to this page.

This week I’ll be working on Porselein to get my next scenes finished and then I’ll work on The Box of Secret’s final part over the weekend. Good thing that there is still another long weekend left in the month to try and finish Camp NaNoWriMo!


* If you don’t read the blog often, you won’t know that I have various chronic illnesses. Basically, if I had to go to the doctor every time something went wrong or I felt ill, I would never leave the doctor’s rooms. Fun.

By Carin Marais

Bibliophile, writer of speculative fiction, non-fiction, and maybe-fiction, language practitioner, doer of stuff.

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