After my most epic online absence ever, all I can say really is, Eish! It’s been a little nuts. I live on a game farm now, way out in the bush, and the start of the rainy season brought a few not so pleasant surprises internet-wise. This is a beautiful, huge and rambling place, accessed via quite a long stretch of really bad sand road, which becomes pretty much impossible to drive on when wet, even with an SUV such as I have. The internet hub is situated in the main office, which isn’t a problem at all for me, except that in the past few weeks we’ve had power outages, the most horrendous computer malware attack, and an electrical short which knobbled us all until the electrician could wend his way here. The cherry on the top was that I got a little slack and stopped neurotically inspecting everything I eat and got royally glutened. Very sick puppy I was. Still far from a hundred percent as far as the poor old innards are concerned.
Happily though, I’m still kicking, and the power short/malware/internet/soggy road have all been overcome now. Before all of this rotten divil nonsense struck we had a rhino capture here, which was absolutely amazing (will share pics and proper story about that later), however, there was a documentary filmmaker along with the road crew who (I kid you not) made off with my laptop charger, and it took weeks before I could lay my hands on a new one. In the meantime I wasn’t too perturbed because my friend and owner of this paradise said that I could use her computer in the office. Not a problem then. All I had to do was transfer anything I needed to email by memory stick from my desktop in my chalet to that and tra-la-la. However, and without any delay at all— Enter malware attack and— Celiac attack— Well. You get the picture.
Lately the rain has meant that the cellphone signal has been zero, so VERY few emails have been got to. It’s clearing now and all is fabulous again. I’ll get to all your emails but will take a while, so if there’s anything I need to see now please zoom over a fresh email and I’ll get right on it. So, with all the devilish attempts to foil my scribbling career now properly squished, I shall attempt to move on with some small degree of decorum.
I’m incredibly grateful though. It’s been a pretty rough year—the roughest in my life so far. Terrifying and challenging, and a good couple of times it was very tempting to run and hide, and give up trying in general. I’ve had the most amazing love and support from my friends, who are all angels straight from Heaven in my book, and I reckon that now the worst is over. I could NEVER have done it without you guys. I’m also so grateful for the support of “my” authors who have given me the privilege of working on their books, thereby showing me the way forward, work-wise. Thanks for your support and patience during the growing pains.
I’m hoping to stay right here right through Christmas and in to next year, which I’m hoping will be epic for all of us, only in really good ways. Once I’ve made head or tail of my turgid inbox and appeased anyone who wants me drawn and quartered for my super long absence, I’m planning on getting a little festive in general. Festive and bookish again, with a bit of luck. Please give me reminders of anything I’ve missed of yours for sharing or generally catching up.
I’m learning more and more that there is no point in freaking out over what is. Recently a wonderful friend said to me words to the effect that if you look at a problem, and you’ve done all you can about it, and can do no more, then worrying about it isn’t going to help. I know this of course, but I often forget it and still end up getting tied up in all sorts of knots about things over which I have no power. In the same vein, if you live a perfect life, never making mistakes or getting anything wrong – well – if you really do say that then I reckon you’re probably handing out porkies there. We all mess up at some point – it’s only the size and scope of the messes that differ. Sometimes you have to accept that you have done or are doing something wrong, and if you can’t actually correct the actual act after doing the best that you can to, you have to stop doing it if you still are, or learn from it and move on. Wallowing in anger or regret will hurt mainly yourself and serve no greater purpose in your life. Life is, which we sometimes forget, finite. Don’t waste it. These philosophical thoughts brought on by once again not being allowed by the universe to TOTALLY control time itself and thereby never be late for anything again. I’m starting to get the picture universe – ta for that.
Yesterday the power went off here at 4am, just as I was connecting my tablet to my computer to get cracking on my way behind To Do list. We’re not expecting any load shedding for the next couple of months, so I immediately went to freak out mode, knowing that it must be a failure, and also that the service providers in this town are all no good at all. That’s not me being nasty – they really are no good – at all. Last week after a couple of days where the water was off, we were told that “A pipe is broken, and it will be fixed when it’s fixed”, which was really helpful, thank you very much. Anyway. True enough. The power was only put back on last night, and by that point I was way too tired to even boot this old thing up, so now I’m a further 24 hours behind on the To Do list. And I’m very sorry everyone – once again. But. Very big BUT. I ended up really enjoying the day.
After doing a rather presentable Rumpeltstiltskin tantrum impression and angsting till the sun came up, I was stopped in my tracks by another epic lightning storm.
And then more torrents and hail.
I phoned the call centre and when they told me that they had outages all over the place, both in and outside of town – so not to hold my breath (those guys get 10 out of 10 for mastering the art of in your face rude – respect for that I suppose), I gave up and accepted this – nothing I could do about it. All my major work at the moment has to be done on my computer, and I’d very cleverly forgotten to charge up my laptop, and also to download my current read onto my actual Kindle – I prefer reading on my computer, so I read one of the short stories in Chuck Wendig’s Irregular Creatures instead, about winged cats. Now – that man has some serious writing muscle, and whatever’s going on in his head must be awesome every minute of every day even if slightly terrifying. A great read, which I wouldn’t have read – probably ever – if I had been more “efficient”. I squished the guilt and panic attempts as they arrived.
Eventually I gave up on all things electronic and just mellowed out and slouched around, only to discover that I appear to have become a lizard spy target. They’re all over the place and all very interested in yours truly. They don’t appear to have wings thankfully. Actually, I love lizards. They’re a lot cleverer than people give them credit for, and quite sweet too. They learn that you’ll feed them if you take the time to try, and can often become tame enough to take food from your hand. All in all I reckon they’re just as cute as any kitty.
Lizard Spy? (This pic taken not with camera, but with my phone on high zoom, which has never been the same ever since I got a blob of Betadene on the lens)
At least most of my flowers weathered this particular storm not too badly scathed.
Now back to work – hopefully. I’m holding thumbs. Remember to enjoy a day or two now and then, regardless of the weather.