Professional Headaches

2015-06-172015-06-17 Miss Poison Being Real, Editing, Editors, Fibromyalgia, Honesty, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Professional, Self-Care, Work, Writing Annoyance, Cancer, Editing, Fibromyalgia Pain, Frustration, Headaches, Health, Honesty, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Professionalism, Self-Care, Sitting, Work, Writers, Writing

I am not known for my patience. If you're not a child or a "little" ("Hello littles!" That's how I talk to animals.), my tolerance for you is probably slim to none. God help you if slim leaves town. People's expectations are unreasonable, especially when I am given work that requires hours and hours of … Continue reading Professional Headaches

To Cut Or Not To Cut

2015-06-16 Miss Poison Editing, Life, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Work, Writing Editing, Life, Musings, Poison In Lethal Doses, Work, Writing

In editing, I spend a lot of time "cutting out the crap". Endless amounts of time are spent, weeding through words, cutting what does not mesh well, making everything cohesive in the end. Flow is important when it pertains to writing. In fact, it is crucial. A successful manuscript isn't always about the first draft, … Continue reading To Cut Or Not To Cut

Blame It On The Pain

2015-06-142015-06-15 Miss Poison Chronic Pain, Fibromyalgia, Life, Migraines, Musings, Pain, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Rain, Sunday, Work, Writing Cat and Kitten, Chronic Pain, Cooking, Editing, Exhaustion, Fibromyalgia, Migraines, Pain, Sunday, Work, Writing

UGH! Yes, that's what I have to say. I'm tired, because apparently "crack of dawn" in my house means "We're all awake Mommy! Don't you want to feed us?" Mmm...not so much. LOL. After truly forcing myself to get things done yesterday, today barely feels like a Sunday. It is quiet, thankfully, and there's supposed … Continue reading Blame It On The Pain

As A Direct Result

2015-06-132015-06-13 Miss Poison Being Sick, Chronic Pain, Clients, Editing, Exhaustion, Fibromyalgia, Honesty, Idiots, June, Life, Migraines, Musings, Pain, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Saturday, Self-Care, Shopping, Work, Writing Chronic Pain, Clients, Cooking, Editing, Fibro Flares, Fibromyalgia Pain, Getting Shit Done, Heat, Life, Migraines, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Saturdays, Shopping, Twitter, Work, Writerstream, Writing

I've decided that today is going to be a work-free day. I went to bed this morning sick as a dog. I suspect my brief time out yesterday affected me more severely than it ought to. Within a few hours of coming home, I got my fourth migraine of the week. I took a brief … Continue reading As A Direct Result

They Say We Need…

2015-06-11 Miss Poison Cats, Kittens, Musings, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing Cat and Kitten, Fibromyalgia Pain, Musings, Poison In Lethal Doses, Reading, Sleep, The Sell by Fredrik Eklund, Work, Writing

Two nights in a row, I've gone to bed early with some form of pain. Tuesday night it was a migraine that I was praying away. The idea of waking up with it and having it stay with me was not one I was willing to romance. Last night, I still had a headache, but … Continue reading They Say We Need…

This Is How I Know It’s Wednesday

2015-06-10 Miss Poison Being Real, Life, Musings, Poison In Lethal Doses, Stress, Unhappiness, Writing Clients, Honesty, Life, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Stress, Unhappiness, Wednesdays, Work, Writing

Once the heat & humidity overpowers your thoughts, the days just blend, one into the other. After a while, you find yourself occasionally double-checking the date so that you don't make an error on something that may or may not be all that important. When it doubt, check it out. How do I know that … Continue reading This Is How I Know It’s Wednesday

Weird Worthless Weekends Lost To Pain

2015-06-082015-06-08 Miss Poison Cats, Chronic Pain, Clients, Editing, Fibromyalgia, Kittens, Life, Musings, Pain, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Work, Writing Chronic Pain, Clients, Editing, Fibro Flares, Fibromyalgia Pain, Laundry, Life, Lost Weekends, Musings, Pain, Poison In Lethal Doses, Weekends, Work, Writing

Friday morning I stated that I'd rest this weekend and get things done inside my home, as much as humanly possible. I mentally calculated exactly how much laundry needed to be done, and then factored a few others things into the mix. What I did not factor in was a terrible Fibro flare and bouts … Continue reading Weird Worthless Weekends Lost To Pain

Nightmares In Editing

2015-05-142015-05-14 Miss Poison Editing, Editors, Honesty, Poison In Lethal Doses, Work, Write, Writer, Writers, Writing Beta Readers, Clean Manuscripts, Dictionary, Dirty Manuscripts, Editing, Encouragement, Grammar, Language, Punctuation, Spelling, Support, Thesaurus, Words, Work, Writers, Writing

I am an immense fan of what I call the "clean manuscript". That means the manuscript doesn't require me to do any of the following: Lose hair. Attempt to remove my eyeballs with a fork or melon baller. Grind my teeth. Slouch over my laptop in sheer disgust. And those are just a few of … Continue reading Nightmares In Editing

Lisa’s Unwritten Rules #1

2015-04-152015-04-15 Miss Poison Editing, Honesty, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Work, Writers, Writing Brutal Honesty, Courtesy, Editing, Editors, Musings, Outrageous Expectations, Rules, Work, Writers, Writing

I have a very long list of 'Unwritten Rules'. Most of them pertain to manners and common decency, but the rest, in my opinion, center around basic common sense. If you're a writer and you're in need of an editor, PLEASE do not expect me to work for free. I cannot tolerate being approached for … Continue reading Lisa’s Unwritten Rules #1

Long Days, Short Nights

2015-03-312015-03-31 Miss Poison Chronic Pain, Fibromyalgia, Friends, Help, Honesty, Introverts, Judgment, Kittens, Life, Migraines, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Time, Work, Writing Cats, Chronic Pain, Emotional Support, Family, Fibromyalgia, Friends, Honesty, Kittens, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Work, Writing

The days are way too long. The nights are too fucking short. Sleep is hard to come by, but man, I'm trying. I was raised to believe that doing your best is "enough", providing it is truly "your best". I suffer from "Superwoman Syndrome". This is a real thing. I'm an overachiever that has this … Continue reading Long Days, Short Nights