Hot Enough For Ya?

Even for the turtle, 100 degree temperatures are a bit much. I am grateful to live in an age, and country, of air conditioning.

My title is more than the weather, though. This year feels like that old cliche “out of the frying pan, into the fire.” While plot complications are great for fictional stories, they truly suck eggs when it comes to real life.

I’m no adrenaline junkie. I’ve surely proved that by now. So when my life speeds up or changes direction or generally hits any kind of bump, I tend to react badly. Call it a turtle trait. We don’t change direction well.

I’ve hit quite a few bumps this year. Some of them I’ve shared. Some I won’t. Some I may share later. Suffice it to say, I’m feeling the heat. Makes it hard to keep a sense of humor, although mine emerges in fits and starts.

I want so very much to make this a funny post. Seems like forever since I had one of those. My fake obituary, probably. I just don’t have it in me to kill myself again, even for your amusement, dear readers. My sincere apologies.

It’s not fair, really. Douglas Adams was a nihilist and I couldn’t catch my breath reading Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. It must have caught up with him during Mostly Harmless. Either that, or he really did have a teenage daughter driving him to homicidal daydreams about destroying Earth. Teenage daughters can do that to otherwise sane people. Teenage nieces are hard enough.

I’m also confused as to why this particular bout of pressure does not seem to be leading to any correlating bout of creative writing on my part. When I wrote Star of Justice, I had a dog dying of congestive heart failure and a mom dealing with pre-cancer in her remaining breast. Elementals created its own kind of pressure. Some days I would have preferred literal labor over delivering those chapters.

Pressure existed and I wrote it out. Why isn’t that happening this time?

Not a clue. But my sequels won’t write themselves, so I better find a way to use this funk or shake it off.

Just remembered Sonic M&M blasts used to help. I’ll start there.


About Robynn Tolbert

Born in Kansas and born again at age six, Robynn has published two novels and started her third. Robynn, aka Ranunculus Turtle, lives in Kansas with a clowder of cats, a patient dog and a garden.

12 comments on “Hot Enough For Ya?

  1. I hear you! I’m having the same problem with the sequel to Alpha.

  2. Ok, enough about your funk my sweet daughter, I dropped my Iphone in the toilet…how about that for a downer! Hang in there and as one of my birthday cards told me, “Put on your big girl panties and deal with it!” I am keeping that one close so I can look at it everyday, laugh and get on with being OLD!!!!!

    • My Dearest Mama Turtle,

      Still seems to be quite a bit of spunk left in the old turtle, I think you’ll cross the finish line just fine.

  3. My dearest Turtle,

    Follow these instructions, 1. Put on old shirt and pants.
    2. Hose yourself down, completely saturate yourself.
    3. Go for a nature walk.
    4. Let me know what happens.

  4. Once thing is for certain, you are not alone. This has clearly been what I would characterize as the “hottest” year of my life, and I don’t mean that in a pop-culture, complimentary way.

    I like to hope all the refining is going to come together into some phenomenal, cosmic lesson, or I will get a clear sense very soon of what all the hammering is preparing me for, but I also need to be ready to accept that I may never understand the “why” behind being the piece of steel living on the anvil lately. I cling to the fact that God is good, and he’s definitely not like some sadistic author, rubbing his hands together and cackling maniacally when he comes up with the next way to stick it to one of his children.

    Hang in there! And when you’re at Sonic, get a large. 🙂

  5. I can echo Becky’s reply verbatim pretty much.

    You’re definitely not alone.

  6. I don’t have any words of wisdom for you, Robynn, but I can say that I’ve been there (more than once), and that deluge sometimes takes over completely. But remember, like Becky said, God is good. He’s also bigger than the boogey man.

    In the meantime, I vote for a combo: Sonic Blast followed by mibillie’s prescription. I wanna know what happens too (subject for next post?).

  7. I need a subject for the next post. This is a possibility.

  8. Thank for the encouragement Millie.

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