Ramblings from an ordinary Monday

I haven’t done a blog post for three weeks. For the first two, there was nothing to report, except that I was plugging away on my manuscript, one thousand words at a time. I am about 40% into a first draft. I hope it doesn’t die on the vine. I never plan, apart from a few dot points for an upcoming section. Mostly a broad outline lives in my head, but the details find themselves. Particularly the dialogue. I find it incredible that a person whose job in logistics required high-level planning and organising skills, cannot plan a story-line. But it is so. Perhaps it is a left-brain, right-brain thing.

On the third week, my life went crazy busy again, and now I haven’t written anything for days. I wasn’t even at the computer for most of them.

Last Monday morning (20 Feb) I was at line dancing as usual. It’s not yee-haa country and western stomping. It’s more like synchronised choreography for the individual, danced to a range of older and modern music, such as Meghan Trainor’s “All About that Bass“. I love to sing along. “I’ve got all the right junk in all the right places“. Except in my case, gravity is dragging most of that junk downwards so that it settles on my “booty” 🙂  Anyway, in a world obsessed with self-image, it’s a great song with a great message. We should all remember, me included, “Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top“.

Our lovely instructor has divided the morning into beginner-intermediate-advanced and you can choose two. It’s a great idea for those of us who have been at it for some time. There is one dance that we only do occasionally, and I missed the lessons, so I have not yet mastered it. My phone rang ten seconds into it. It was a friend inviting me to join her at an event run by the Australian Centre for Leadership for Women so I was glad I took the call or I would never have known about it. I still don’t know how to do the new dance, but I’ll catch up sometime. Meantime, I just shuffle around trying to remember the first half dozen steps.

In the afternoon I had my annual eye-checkup. My regular optometrist has been warning me I am risk for glaucoma, so I went to a different one this time for a second opinion. Same warning. Now, I have this mantra I try to adhere to, that I refuse to worry about things until the problem has occurred and I know exactly what it is I am supposed to be worrying about. And then you are usually so busy dealing with the event, that you don’t have time to worry anyway. It’s saved me heaps of unnecessary stress over the years.

This falls into that camp. I will return to my usual optometrist as he has the baseline measurements and the progress chart. Or non-progress in my case. Which is good. Until I get escalated to less than annual check-ups, or a referral to the ophthalmologist, then I refuse to be concerned. Alert, but not alarmed. It would be a kick in the teeth for a writer to develop glaucoma, but it is treatable and in any case there is a workaround. I could dictate my words and others could type them up. Dame Barbara Cartland turned out scores of books that way. And I look good in pink. I would have to get myself a white lapdog if I were to truly emulate her, and take to writing romantic fiction. The first would not be a hardship. The second would be a challenge. Although my Liz Thurlow uncompleted serial would be a start.

It is why a healthy sixty-year-old who has no diagnosed medical conditions would be displaying the characteristics of glaucoma that is the mystery. It could be congenital, but not likely. It could be hereditary, although none of my immediate relatives have it. It could be due to high blood pressure, except I am usually 90/60, which as one doctor once told me, “is only a problem if I start passing out in the street” (thanks Doc). It could be due to high eye pressure, except my readings are normal. Or it could be due to injury, and that leads me to another topic altogether – domestic violence.

There was a media announcement of a new initiative for sufferers of domestic violence, and the local TV station contacted me for a sound grab, which brought DV back onto my radar this week and got my thought neurons pinging. I’d like to share them, or they will bang around in my head all week. I will save it for a separate post though, and that will give people the chance to read or not.

In the meantime, I would like to close with this quote from American dancer and choreographer Martha Graham, “Dance is the hidden language of the soul”.

20 thoughts on “Ramblings from an ordinary Monday

  1. Sounds like you are facing the potential problem head on. Way to go, girl! I have a situation where I have to go to the doctor every six months to make sure it is not getting any worse, so I know how you feel. Prior to going it is so nerve wracking, if you let it; but once the doc says okay, see you in six months, it sure makes you feel good.
    Fingers crossed for you, Gwen.

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    • I will confess I was hopeful the second opinion would pooh-pooh the first, but she spotted it in the first five minutes of the exam. It’s not something I can influence with life-style changes. Oh well. I am sure you are familiar with the famous quote: “God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference”. I suspect they are seeing the result of an old injury, and I remain confident it will not progress further.

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    • Plotters or Pantsers is often a topic in the writing rooms. The experts recommend plotting rather than flying by the seat of your pants. But it seems to work so far. Of course memoir and novel are two different beasts. Another thing the experts dislike is my habit of switching tenses, but one did admit I seem to pull it off most of the time. I am not even aware I am doing it as I write. I couldn’t imagine losing my sight, but my (half)sister has been blind in one eye since a toddler accident and she copes so well you forget about it most of the time. Seriously, I am not at all concerned at this stage. But I won’t be forgetting the annual check-up either!

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  2. Loved to dance, ballroom dancing, started in the late 1940’s. Can’t say I’ve ever heard any of those numbers you mention, kind of stuck in the past where dance music is concerned, you ‘know, when a bloke actually held his sheila as they tripped the light fantastic……………

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  3. 🙂 Can SOOOOO relate to this post! You are a gem Gwen… Planning the next “running away from home” adventure for April YEAH – Lisbon, Copenhagen (maybe), Prague, Rome, Istanbul, Cape Town, Durban! Time is wasting!

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    • Ooooh how exciting! I almost settled on a dash across to New Zealand for next month but I talked myself out of it. I have never been to South Africa (although I did supply Australian rice there), Lisbon or Istanbul. I’ll be interested to hear your impressions on all of the places. I know you have been to some before, but every visit is different, isn’t it.

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