Thor's Day

Oh, latte, sweet vanilla latte.
Mmm.
Yes.

Tuesday went into heat yesterday. Poor thing. If life were simple we'd get her fixed; but surgery and recovery would prove too dangerous for the asthma. At least Jupiter still has no idea what's going on, much less what his penis is for. Instinct will kick in soon enough, though. I hope Jason gets the money to get that boy neutered soon. My main worry is whether or not Tuesday will have a critical attack when she comes out of heat. I pray all this medication -- prednisone, terbutaline, allergy shots -- will prevent that. If not... my heart is already breaking.

I'm in less pain than usual. Even my aching, swelling, stabby-pained knees are behaving, somewhat. I've been massaging the Chae Pro Organics CoQ10 Face Cream into them, because it contains MSM and glucosamine and sea buckthorn and helichrysum. Great stuff. It's cooling and soothing.
I can't wait for that package from Sevi. It should be here very soon. It has her new MSM body lotion, the one I'll be testing and naming. I'll start thinking of stuff for her website's newsletter tonight. Then I will announce her new products here and, ahem, encourage you all to go take a look. Hell, look anyway. Especially the face cream I proudly helped reformulate. Seriously, it's awesome.
http://www.sevicosmetics.com/creamseaberry.htm

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the darker words are in the moon

Oh.
*head in my hands, frustration*
I'm not sure I will ever do this right. It's never happened to me. I can't even come close. The scene is supposed to be... there aren't words to describe what will have to happen. I cannot do this justice. I may need to start talking to women who have gone through the horrors just to understand. If I can know what it can be like physically I can (hopefully) explain what the psychic version is like.
Perhaps I'll read The Black Jewels Trilogy again; that series is a fantastic and beautiful portrait of the pain, heartbreak, and power of human love and hate...

And so, I run into a writer's block. Not quite a block, no; but something big. Something incomprehensible. I could write scenes around it if I wanted to, but I would always be coming back to it. Now I don't feel like the writer I should be. I can't express the emotions well enough.