Morning all. Raven’s ramblings on Thursday again.
This isn’t actually a ‘how to’ post, so feel free to ignore me and go and have a cup of coffee instead.
But if you wonder what the growing old disgracefully, bus pass toting, granny is going on about this time…read on.
This week; on the subject of pain and how it clouds everything.
(pic, source pinterest)
Oh boy does it.
I guess some of you know that by now I’ve had a slipped disc, which pressed on a nerve this last couple of weeks and it knocked me for six. I’ve been a miserable, snivelling, gibbering wreck for much too long. So much for doing as I tell my heroines and pulling up my big girl panties and getting on with it.
Ha, I couldn’t even bend down to put those panties on some days. (TMI sorry…)
I found it hard to concentrate on anything at the beginning. To stand, sit, lie move…anything made me do a silent—and not so silent—scream.
But after a couple of days, I decided I could wallow, or learn something from how bloody helpless and uncomfortable I felt.
As wallowing wasn’t actually that comfortable, I decided on the latter and made notes. Some, on scraps of paper made little sense. That was the incredibly med-fuelled me. But gradually, as I eased off on the meds, and looked at the world through less of a fuzz, I accepted that my pain had in some ways been my gain.
I’ve had fibro for years but its not that bad, so this was an eye opener of how lots of people feel all of the time. And boy it sucks. The last time I think I had such intense pain was giving birth.
So you might wonder, what’s this got to do with writing?
Rather a lot.
One of the things we are told is to use life experience when it is possible. After al if you’re describing how someone feels… be it in labour, yes, with a slipped disc or incredibly happy on their wedding day, if you’ve experienced it, you have that extra edge.
Now before you start throwing things, I know we can’t always use life experiences. Hell I’ve not met a shifter (I don’t think) or danced with a vampire, (ditto). Sky-dived or made love in the bushes on Lamma Island. Or indeed lived in Regency times. Although I have lived in a regency house or two.
Those never experienced things? That’s where a good imagination and excellent research facilities come in.
But if I have a heroine in pain you’ll know where the descriptions came from!
Happy, (and hopefully pain-free) reading,
Love Raven x