Today was a day of scrambling. I also write for a blog advocating medical marijuana for my friend’s shop. For that blog, I interview patients of chronic pain, and other painful conditions that use cannabis as a means of medication and relief. I get their stories either over the phone of via messenger then condense in to an article.
I’ve been dealing with migraines the last few days that have left me feeling exhausted, nauseous and listless. It took me a couple of days to finally finish my draft. I was up until 2 am and back at it as soon as I woke up until about 1:30. I then sent a copy to the interviewee to make sure I didn’t make any errors in her story. After a couple of updates I finished. That’s how it goes. You finish writing, excitedly hit Publish then you realize you forgot something, or your photos aren’t spaced right, or you forgot to add a tag, or or or.
One of my Besties is town so I quickly shared my piece all over Social Media, it’s like leaving a fart in a room then hurriedly walking away.
I went for a drive with my buddy around Saint John and checked out some geographical beauties while we sipped our Pumpkin Spice Lattes and caught up. I love it when she comes to town. We’ve been friends since we were 13 standing outside our Junior High during a bomb threat. Trauma bonds you. Well not so much trauma as some kid who who was recently expelled or didn’t want to come to school or something ridiculous. It was the 80s. Not a lot of school violence at that time. The most vicious thing that happened at our school was that you would get made fun of and shunned if you got caught wearing generic footwear. If your parents bought your sneakers at KMart, you were in for one hell of a school year.
My headache is still looming. Pretty sure I need new glasses and having my head down for hours at a time kills my neck. I need to eat as well. “C” tells me I get kinda crazy when I write a lot. I often forget to eat because I’m so involved with what I’m doing. I have a flow and have to keep it going as long as I can. My sleep becomes erratic as well because all I can think about are things I want to write, or how I can improve my viewership, or change up my Social Media or or or. Does anyone else get like this? Maybe I’m some crazy genius trapped in a lumpy 43 year old’s body. Maybe it’s just a writer thing. Maybe I’ve had too much caffeine today.
Here. Enjoy some photos of Saint John.
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