That's Just Sick

Has anyone heard about this horrible stomach virus hat has shut down nursing homes and schools across the U.S.? Here's a link to an article about it, if you haven't: USA Today's 'Stomach flu' rips through he nation.

I can personally attest to this illness, as both me and my dad had it. I have no puked in over 12 years now...until the other night. This stupid virus kicked my butt and had me shaking and shuddering over the ever-so-pleasant household commode for hours Saturday night. If it were only that one night of unpleasantness, I'd be far more happy. But, no, I've managed to stay sick to my stomach for 3 weeks! That's almost an entire month!

I am so sick of being sick. My mother had pneumonia and stomach issues at the same time, so I had to take care of her while being sick myself. AND my dad had it and we were both retching over the toilets on separate ends of the house on the same night.

So, I'm very sorry I haven't been on lately, folks. And, yet, I'm also not sorry. I was very poor company while ill. You wouldn't have liked me if I had come on here. I was truly not my abnormal Kyla-self.

But I'm on the mend now. Hopefully we'll have a break from extreme troubles in my life for a while, and I can get some writing done. If wishes were fishes, we'd all have a fry.

Glad to see all of you again (if you're still reading; I wouldn't blame you if you'd given up on me)! Life has been crazy as usual. If any of you have ever lived on a farm, you know how vividly it paints life. On one end of a farm, you can have death and disease, while new life is born right under your eyes on the other side.

That's what happened here. Our calves got sick at the same time the humans did. We've lost two calves already this year, and the two remaining look ill now, too. We're hoping they'll survive, though. But, meanwhile, in the goat pen we had the miracle of life put in a truly grandiose appearance. Grandma, our oldest female, had twin babies last week, and cuter creatures you've never seen. I named the firstborn (a boy) Starburst as soon as he was born, for the huge star mark on his forehead. His sister, born a few minutes later, we named Lightning Bolt for the vivid white stripes across both her sides.

Watching them run and play never fails to put a smile on my face. I wish you could see it. I'll have to get some pictures to share on here.

This is NOT them. But it's close. Aren't they cute?

Hope all of your weeks have been equally incredible, but perhaps less sickly. Have a great day everyone, and happy writing!

Writing Blues

Oh, the writing blues. How do you get your writing done when life turns crazy?

Mom made it through her surgery fine. She had either a stroke or a TIA right after, but she's doing better now. I'm so glad. We still don't have the answers we went in for, but she's alright and that's all that matters.

Life is still churned-up crazy, and my writing has definitely sat on the back burner far too long. I'm already filling the itch to set fingers to keyboard and write, write, WRITE! I'm almost desperate to work on my story, after so much drama and extreme stress. Maybe I should bury myself in my writing instead of my books.

Thanks go to everyone for being so supportive while my mom was in the hospital. I really appreciate your kindness and support. Have a great day everyone. I got a date with a dragon, and I simply cannot miss it. ;)

A Series of Unfortunate Events

So, you may have noticed my horribly conspicuous absence the last long while. I've said several times that my life is crazy. Well, I should explain some of that craziness.

My mother has vasculitis, a terminal illness, and I have to take care of her most all of the time right now. I am job-hunting in the extreme, as my family needs more money to not lose our house, I have farm chores to keep up, I've been sick myself, my aunt moved in and brought with her a hurricane of chaos, and my dad takes out all of his stress on me. Don't even get me started on my romantic life.

Suffice it to say, I haven't had time to do anything towards writing or working on a blog. I hate that my life turned crazy right when I was planning on keeping up a blog, finishing my novels, and making my dreams come true. I suppose I'll consider this a postponement of my dreams, but I will definitely pursue them whenever I have a spare moment of time.

Thanks so much for reading my blog. I promise to get back on here whenever I get a moment of time to talk about life, writing, and what happens when the two collide. Talk to you later, have a great day, and happy writing!