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The (Cyber) Bag of Weasels

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"About as much fun as a bag of weasels"...when I first saw this Irish adage, it made me think of the life of a writer: sometimes perilous, sometimes painful, certainly interesting. My paper journal has always been called "The Bag of Weasels." This is the Bag of Weasels' online home.


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I thought about using 400 exclamation points, but decided that would be overkill, so four will have to work.

Today, I will write my 400th article for Demand Studios.

Needless to say, I am still happy with working for them. I appreciate that when I do good work, it is noticed and rewarded. I'm at the point where it takes only 30 to 45 minutes to write a full-length article too, so I'm doing much better monetarily than I ever did at the WAU without feeling like a paid doormat.

The only thing I would change--and I realize that this carrot has been pulled and boiled (the vegetarian version of beating a dead horse ;)--is that some of the copyeditors really do need better training. It is frustrating to have work sent back for a rewrite by one copyeditor for something, then have another copyeditor makes changes that do exactly the opposite. Also, if you're a copyeditor and write in all lowercase? Yeah ...

In other news, I've stupidly hurt myself. I fell asleep in the hammock yesterday in a twisted position and really hurt my back. Despite the heat wave, I spent the night on the heating pad. When I say that it hurts to breathe, that's no exaggeration; deep inhales pull the sore muscles. I always feel rather daft when I hurt myself sleeping. If I have to be in agony, at least let me have a good story to tell people: "I pulled my back while performing a triple salchow" or "I hurt myself while carrying an infant from a burning building." Not: "I hurt myself sleeping."

This post was originally posted on Dreamwidth and, using my Felagundish Elf magic, crossposted to LiveJournal. You can comment here or there!

  • *laughs* I assure you that it does not make the breathing any easier if you can say "I pulled my back while pickaxing at the wet and heavy loam & rubble ground next to our barn" - been there, done that just this Saturday. On the plus side, our yard no longer looks like a Númenorean memorial because the water was kind enough to use the little canal I made. On the minus side, I still can't breathe without my upper back muscles yelling at me. The last time I sneezed I thought I was dying.
    Oh, and the pickaxing was no fun anyway. I'd rather have slept. ;)
    [/gratuitious whining]

    Congrats on writing your 400th article!

    • Ouchee! I hope you are also feeling better! Mine has subsided to the occasional twinge.

      I can honestly say that I've never hurt myself doing anything with a pickaxe, although that's mostly because I've never used a pickaxe ... not yet anyway. ;)
      • Keep away from pickaxes, they're evil! (Last year I managed to hit a wall while pickaxing, causing the pickaxe to rebound and hit me in the ribs - fortunately nothing bad happened, just a tiny superficial injury. (Kind of the opposite of your version - a great story, and nothing to show for it - it looked as if I'd scratched a mosquito bite open. "Yeah right, a pickaxe...")

        But yes, I've recovered from the pickaxing ache... just in order to hurt other muscles while mixing cement. The house is out to get me, I tell you. ;_;
  • Oh ow, backs are the worst thing to hurt. Not that there is a *good* plcae to hurt, but still.... ow.

    ::offers you hot tea::
    • I think it's because no matter what you do with a sore back, it hurts! I've injured myself in myriad ways, silly and not, over the years, but I think back injuries are the worst.
  • BTDT when it comes to hurting myself by "sleeping funny"! It's no reason to be embarrassed, although I must admit a triple salchow or a rescued baby DO sound more impressive! *wink*

    Congrats on that 400th article! Whoo-hoo!
    • Thank you! :D I did once hurt myself doing a single salchow. (I was never a good jumper so never made it anywhere near a triple!) I pulled my groin and had next to no range of motion in my leg for almost two years.

      *feels a little bit heroic*

      Now, of course, I can't even do a single.

      *there goes that feeling* ;)
  • 400!!! Woot. But this, this made me immensely happy:

    so I'm doing much better monetarily than I ever did at the WAU without feeling like a paid doormat

    :D Go you. And of course you can hurt yourself in your sleep, been there, hubby's been there... but I do hope some improvement is there today.
    • I am doing much better today; yesterday was peppered with intermittent spasms, but I could breathe, at least, and was grateful for that! :D

      I'm happy to be happy again too! :D It's nice to have my life and sanity back. Well ... I'm not sure that I'd call what I have sanity, but it's normal for me and doesn't involved crushing moments of despair, so it's all good! ;)
  • We have all hurt our backs sleeping in bed. :o) Seriously, I hope it gets better soon, my husband suffers from backache a lot and I cringe to see him breathe, sometimes.

    Congratulations on the 400 milestone, it sounds very impressive! I am so glad you are happy with your new job.
    • We have all hurt our backs sleeping in bed. :o)

      Oh, but I was in a hammock.


      my husband suffers from backache a lot and I cringe to see him breathe, sometimes.

      Eek. He has my sympathies! My mom was involved in a car crash when I was little that has left her with neck and back problems to this day, and I wouldn't wish that on my worse enemy. (Even my former bosses at the WAU!)
  • On the good story to explain an injury thing, I have sort of a war story for you. My little Air Force Base had an Air Show one year. There was a civilian at the Air Show running along the flight line trying to get to the Blue Angels to get autographs. He tripped over someone's mini ice chest and did a faceplant into the pavement, and was brought into my medical tent with a broken nose and numerous facial lacerations. While we were stitching him up, he was bemoaning the fact that his co-workers would tease him mercilessly regarding his mechanism of injury. I told him he should make up a good story - like he was flirting with a Marine's girlfriend and said Marine became angry and punched him in the face. No lie, he looks at me and mournfully says 'That won't work. My co-workers all know that I'm gay.' While I was desperately trying to not laugh, my med tech says, 'Well, tell 'em you were flirting with a Marine, then!'

    I had to stop suturing for a few minutes because the patient and I were both laughing so hard.
    • Good story! :D But I feel for the poor fellow. Luckily, I'm not clumsy. Of course, now that I said that, I'll probably trip over nothing in my driveway or something!
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  • Ouch! Hope you'll be feeling better soon. Unfortunately the embarrassment about silly injuries never seems to go away - I don't think I'll ever live down breaking my ribs at sports day last year (although it's got me out of ever having to do sports day again, so it's not all bad).
  • Congrats on 400 articles! And I hope your back heals soon.
    • Thanks, Indy! I'm doing much better today. Being able to breathe again has improved my mood considerably too. :)
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