Mystery Diagnosis

I'm alive!

 

Well, sort of.

 

I know it's been a while since my last post. For that, you have my apologies. I would like to say that I've been quiet because I've been locked away in a room having a torrid love affair (either with my novel, or one of a more traditional nature). Unfortunately, this is not true. A little over a week ago I was admitted to the hospital for some  health concerns. As of right now, nothing has turned up in the test results, so the doctors are blaming it on stress and anxiety. I do not think it is stress and anxiety. I am therefore putting on my bitch belt and getting ready for another round of Mystery Diagnosis. 

 

I'll make an effort to keep you guys updated on all that is going on, but if my posts are few and far between, you know why.

 

Health concerns or no, I'm flirting with the idea of finally starting Book Four of my fantasy series, or possibly finishing Bleed, which is paused at such a tense plot point that my computer could explode at any moment. NaNo is in the air and with the promise of many sleepless nights and the taste of burnt coffee on the horizon, I intend to accomplish something this year.

 

On a somewhat happy note, my recent health issues have given me ample time to get back into reading. And since my novels are very often inspired by the feeling I get from a good book, once I get going, there's no telling what might happen.

 

Look out, Library, here I come!

 

 

-Liz

They Tried to Make Me Go to Rehab

So, I've developed a new addiction. Okay, well, it's not really "new" but it's been more than five years since I've been seriously afflicted, so I'm going to say it counts. And what is this new addiction? Anime.

My Netflix addiction was a problem before, but now that I've discovered the dozens and dozens of episodes of anime, well, let's just say I won't be coming out of my cave for a while.

I know there are other things I should be doing. Writing or taming sea lions (do sea lions often need to be tamed?) or curing cancer or something. Not that I know the first thing about curing cancer (or taming sea lions, for that matter) but I do know writing. And considering that I just got back on speaking terms with my novel, I probably shouldn't leave it alone for too long if I ever want to be intimate again.

Wow. I just realized how wrong that sounds.

Oh well.

Anyway, it started with Fullmetal Alchemist. Fifty-two action-packed episodes got me through round two (or maybe it's three?) of mono. Now I'm on to Chobits. For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, they're polar opposites (Fullmetal being a drama and Chobits being more of a comedy), but I read the manga version of Chobits in high school, so it's nice to be able to see the animated version of it now. There are also a lot of other series available that I read in high school (not that I was a geek or anything...) so regardless of how many flash drives or software upgrades I'm going to need to buy my novel when I'm done, I don't see this affliction going away any time soon.

Hard to believe this all started with Sailor Moon back in junior high.

I'm starting to feel really old now....

For those of you that I've been ignoring lately, I'm sorry for the lack of activity on your recent-ish posts. I'll try to make more of an effort in the future. I did try to hit up some of your blogs today. Feel free to poke me with sticks if I fall off the wagon again.

Happy Holiday Weekend!



-Liz