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COVID-19 and New Year’s Resolutions

I’m late to the game on the whole New Year’s Resolutions thing, but I have a good excuse. With this most recent variant, the probability of catching the virus went up a substantial amount. Going by numbers in my city, it appears to be about a 20%-25% jump.

But more on that in a minute.

Story Time

For Christmas, we packed our bags, put the puppers up with a boarder, and hopped a flight (with a couple lay-overs) to Houston. Now that we’re east coasters, there are no direct flights, so we still have to transit through Calgary. It seems we still can’t escape that city!

Good ‘ol Calgary Airport

With our pre-flight COVID-19 negative tests secured, we took the plunge. Christmas Eve was spent cooking and wrapping last minute gifts. Christmas Day was spent with my not-so-little little bro & his family, tearing into gifts, eating way too much food, and polishing off several bottles of champagne. This was a Christmas we have missed for two years. Thanks, ‘rona.

All was going well, until one morning I woke up with a scratch in my throat and a cough. I thought nothing of it. Our pre-flight tests were all negative, and we hadn’t been anywhere other than my parents house after arriving.

The day came to take our COVID tests in order to get back to Canada. And who should test positive? Me! Long-story-short, I had to stay back for a week (with a wicked stuffy nose) before being able to come home. You might think that was a perfect time to write, but when you’re suddenly away from your family, it’s super stressful. So, very littler writing was had.

D’oh!

Luckily about 10 days later, my PCR came back negative, and I rescheduled my flight home. I’ve been home for a week now, being a good little girl and sticking close to home unless I need to walk Mochi. It took me a few days to calm down and catch up to the fact that I was actually home before I could start writing again.

From the plane – Mt. Rainier, an active volcano in Washington state.

What I did for 2021

This year, I’m going to do things a bit differently. For 2021, I tried to stick to the mantra “Write Every Day.” Long-story-short, I couldn’t stick to that for more than a few weeks at a time. My anxiety would flare up to the point where thinking about opening a document to write triggered panic attacks.

My goals changed at the beginning quarter of the year to hit an easy target: 5,000 words a week. That seemed to work pretty well, and there were weeks where I blew my target out of the water.

NaNoWriMo rolled around and I told myself to commit. Write every day in November, even if it’s junk, even if it’s gibberish. Just write. I didn’t have to stick to a single project, I could write whatever the heck I wanted.

And it worked! I slammed back NaNo in about 20 days. As December started, I was able to keep the momentum going. I think I had found my magic bullet.

Resolutions for 2022

This year, starting in February, I’m aiming for 10,000 words a week. That’s only 2,000 words a day for 5 of the 7 days. At my writing speed (or word vomit speed) I can crank out 2,000 words in about an hour. That’s not a big commitment at all. This is me writing while the evening news runs in the background.

Here’s a random nature photo. r/FairytaleAsFu*k is quaking.

I am also going to try to keep a separate writing journal aside from my bullet journal. I’m able to stick to my bullet journal, but the contents are all over the place. I’m going to separate writing completely, and leave my bullet journal for day-to-day and personal goals only.

And that works out perfectly. For Christmas, my journaling-writer mum got me one of her favourite planner notebooks to try out. It’s called the Go Girl Planner , available also on Amazon. It’s built with three sections: Month-at-a-glance, week-at-a-glance, and free-form bullet journaling for jotting down ideas, maps, and anything else that comes about.

My Go Girl classic horizontal weekly planner I got for Christmas.

I set up my month-at-a-glance for now with things that are happening through the month. Come February, I will shift to only writing-related items, such as social media, targets for self-edits, and planning out timelines for my writing projects. More on that in another post.

My week-at-a-glance will be used to record and track specific goals that week. For instance, now that I’ve finished the first draft of my fourth novel in the Rose Cross Academy series, I need to self-edit the manuscript before sending it to my editor for her to chop to pieces. I will see if giving myself a goal every day or every other day to self-edit a chapter will help me through the process, or if I need less structured goals such as ‘self-edit 10 chapters this week.’

Writing Goals for 2022

  • As mentioned, I’ve finished the rough draft of my fourth book. By March/April, I want to have this book edited and ready for publishing.
  • Book #5 in my Rose Cross Academy series will need some work. I have a framework, I know the beginning, middle, and end, and I’ve written about 30%-40% of the novel. I’d like to work on this novel with the most focus.
  • I’d like to get my publishing schedule up to at least two books a year, instead of one.
My laptop keyboard, rainbow mode.
  • I have (what I thought was) a just-for-fun WIP that has grown into a monstrous novel nearing 150K words (code name GM). I think this novel has potential, and I’d like to clean it up and send it out for beta reading. Part One of this novel is complete and self-edited. Part two is 75-80% done. Whether I split the manuscript into two is still up for debate. This work deviates from my previous YA novels and comes in as New Adult LitRPG.
  • And finally, I have my 2021 brainstorm-turned-novel-series-idea I’m calling “Four Crows”. This is becoming New Adult as well—a pistol-and-petticoat Steampunk fantasy set in a post-apocalyptic late 1800’s North America. The premise is right before the 1890’s industrial revolution of North America, an apocalypse occurs which wipes out a chunk of the population, destroys emerging technology (such as the motor vehicle and industrial machinery), and replaces it with a watered-down form of magic. One hundred years later, as society has recovered and is gearing up for a second industrial revolution, events leading to the original apocalypse are rearing their ugly heads again.

To Wrap It Up . . .

I plan on 2022 being busy with ideas and finalizing drafts. Two of my projects are close to publishing, so I’m well on way to hitting my two-novel-a-year plan. And since loose daily writing goals worked well for me in the latter half of 2021, I’ll be experimenting on what goals I can set for myself that don’t feel like work. Life is stressful enough, I don’t want my writing to become one of them.

Sunrise touching the Coast Mountains.

As spring peaks over the mountains here on the east coast, I have high hopes and good spirits heading into the year. It’s a bit disappointing that COVID gobbled up half of January, but I have a whole year to make up for it.

How are your New Year’s goals looking? If you have them planned out, are you sticking to them?

Everyone take care!

– Rissa

Isolation – Week 4 – Gone to the Birds

I’m sure you’ve heard the adage, April showers bring May flowers. This year, however, April has been snowy and bitterly cold. We should be seeing temps in the high single digits (that’s high 40’s for my fellow Americans), but we’ve had temperatures fall as low as -14C (that’s about 7 Fahrenheit). There have been no April showers, just big dumps of snow.

When the sun did manage to peak out, the puppers and I made sure we got out for walkies. And it appears the neighbourhood birds were just as eager to get out as we were.

Chickadees are the most common bird in my area. Their chattering calls echo from the forests. How-ever-in-the-world such a tiny bird can make so much noise is beyond me.

And the downy woodpeckers are out looking for bugs. Good luck, little guy. It’s too cold for many bugs.

I also spotted this sparrow building a nest in a neighbour’s trusses.

These past few weeks have been weird. There have been several nights where I’ve had to wake up and check my phone to see what day it was, or what day tomorrow would be. My ‘weekdays’ mean my alarm went off and I got up, assuming it was a work day. What day it was exactly, sometimes I didn’t know. I just got up and did whatever!

The only good thing about working from home is an odd thing probably unique to me. I suffer from secondary insomnia as a by-product of my anxiety. Those days when I’m tossing and turning at 3 AM can now be spent on the couch playing repetitive games until I get tired again, and I don’t have to worry about the 6 AM hangover. But now that we’re going past a month in isolation, I’d much rather have the no-sleep-hangover and go to work tired if I can leave my freaking house!

The cabin fever is real, yo! I’ve always thought I was a homebody. That was, until I had no choice. Now I’m pacing in front of the window, wandering back and forth through the house, organizing my sock drawer . . . I’m going insane.

Thankfully Mother Nature took pity on us poor folk and gave us one . . . count them ONE . . . day of seasonal temperatures. Beautiful clear skies and t-shirt weather drew us out of our homes for a day. We shielded our eyes from that giant ball of nuclear explosions in the sky and waded through streets that turned to rivers. All signs pointed to spring once again returning . . .

Until frickin’ Mother Nature dropped half a foot of snow on us the next day! I swear, there’s a conspiracy going on around here. “Let’s see how cray-cray the peeps go if we tease them with “normal” weather, but then BOOM! go full tyrant on them!.

Life is not normal, and neither is the weather in these times. End of days, indeed.

Hopefully next week will be better. Fingers crossed!

– Rissa

Isolation Week3 – Even My House Hippo Wants Out!

Well, March came in like a lion… but out like a jerk. Snow, frigid weather, nasty windchills. Like, what the heck Mother Nature? Yeah, we may be confined to the neighbourhood, but I still have to walk my dog! Instead of the hoodies and jeans I should be wearing, I’m still donning snow pants and my ski jacket. Brrr!

Why, Mother Nature? WHY!

This week has been, well, weird. After being in COVID-19 isolation for three weeks now, I thought I’d start to get used to being cooped up in the house, but the cabin fever has been worse than ever this week. One day, I laid out on the bonus room floor to plan my April bullet journal. Another day, I organized my nail polish collection. I’ve dusted the ceiling fan. I’ve probably eaten my body weight in Jello pudding and drank a gallon of coffee a day.

Can I help do a plan?

In a nut shell, I’m going nucking futz!

Even my House Hippo is getting cabin fever.

A piece of Canadiana: the House Hippo

And I’m hearing that this may be the new norm until at least July. That’s another three months. By that time, I’m probably going to be sitting in a corner singing French show tunes while I braid my cat’s hair.

Try it. I dare you.

Ottawa is suggesting we wear masks, now, but finding them is a literal needle-in-a-haystack exercise. So, I made some myself. A quick Google search came back with a pattern. Some miscellaneous fabric and my decades-old sewing machine later, and I had a couple of face masks.

I also had lots of scraps for my House Hippo to use as bedding.

Hopefully next week will be less snow-covered and less COVID-19-infested. Although we hit the grim milestone of over 1 million people infected, there’s hope on the horizon.

Until then, I will continue to stay inside, forget what day it is, and wonder where I’ve put my phone after coming back from walkies.

My phone’s boring. Here’s a snow-covered bird feeder instead.

Stay well, everyone.

– Rissa

Isolation Week 2 – Junk Journaling

The second week of COVID-19 isolation is done.

I think.

Why are you still here? Why is winter still here, too?

I dunno. Round about Wednesday or so, I lost track of the days. Every day felt like a Thursday. So after the third Thursday in a row, I started to loose my mind a little (not that I had much of one left, but that’s a discussion for another time).

There were only so many walkies I could take.

There were only so many belly rubs I could give.

I needed something to do with my hands that would also keep my mind busy.

One evening while trying not to climb the walls, I dug into the DIY side of YouTube. After a few videos, I stumbled across a set of videos from Nerdforge showing how to bind your own books. I won’t bore you with my processes of making the book, Nerdforge does a much better job. Go watch their videos!

Nerdforge on YouTube

I searched the house over for random stuffs with which to make a book and came across an old sketch pad I had bought for The Gibbs that he never used.

I repurposed the pages, repurposed a floor lamp to use as a binding jig, and proceeded to stab myself half a dozen times with a needle and thread as I sewed together the text block.

Oddly enough, I couldn’t find any Elmer’s glue at the time, but I did find Elmer’s Calking! Hey, when in isolation, the insane cannot be choosers. I think that’s how that saying goes.

Once I sewed together the text block and slathered the spine with caulking, I had to let it dry overnight. A box of Fresca served as a make-shift book press to keep it all together while it set up.

The next morning, I needed to make a cover. A pair of Gabe’s old jeans and a Ritz Crackers box soon got the Exact-o knife treatment.

Luckily I have an old sewing machine to stitch together the cover into one solid piece. More caulking later to ‘glue’ the cover to the text block, and I had a junk journal!

All in all, it took me one weekend to build the book. Now I need to find some junk to put in it. Shouldn’t be hard, what with my impressive hording capabilities.

Week Two, done!

Hopefully next week, we’ll get an idea of when we’ll be allowed to go back into the office. Granted, I think I get much more done at home, but I need to get out of this house and back into routine! That’s my Gold personality showing through. Structure! Schedule! Stability!

I hope you’re all doing well in this crisis. Remember to take time for yourself, get out for some Vitamin D, and wash those hands often! So far Canada’s faring well in this pandemic, but I know other countries aren’t. Health and Happiness to everyone out there! Take care!

– Rissa

Isolation Week 1 – Toe Nails & Tarot Cards

Last week, the inevitable happened. The schools shut down, much of my city shut down, and my company issued a work-from-home mandate. I can’t say I was surprised, however I took the news with mixed emotions. Sunday night, as we read email after email about closures, the whole pandemic hit home and live became surreal. But I went to bed that night thinking “It will be kinda nice to work from home.”

At least my workspace is inspiring!

Monday came and went. Working from home was, in fact, ‘kinda nice’. I got through a fair amount of what I term “busy work” . . . the little things that need to get done, but other priorities tend to push to back burner.

Why are you working and not petting me?

Tuesday came and went. Not only was our puppers, Mochi, a bit confused as to why all of us were home, The Boo also gave me an odd look every time I went downstairs to make coffee.

I can’t decide if your presence is annoying or irritating.

Wednesday came . . . and the anxiety hit. The walls were closing in, I couldn’t get comfortable, I couldn’t relax. If I sat here for one more minute, I’d go mad. So instead of Mochi begging me for walkies, I leashed her up and drug her out. She didn’t mind.

March comes in like a lion and out like a jerk.

Thursday came and went much better. No feelings of impending doom, no walls closing in. Just the stink eye from The Boo. “Why are you here, and why aren’t you giving me snacks?”

Get back to work!

Friday. Yay Friday! At least, I think it was Friday. As I logged into work that morning, it occurred to me that every day had felt like a Saturday. Although I set my alarm to wake me at 7AM during the week, the routine wasn’t there. Sure, I fed The Boo (lest she plot my demise later). Sure, I walked The Moche. But other than that, I didn’t leave the house.

Does this hat make me look fat? (or bald?)

I felt like I was reliving Groundhog Day with Bill Murray. The same thing, day in and day out. Although Mr. Nenshi hadn’t ordered the city to stay indoors, it was strongly encouraged. “Treat everyone you meet as if they have COVID-19,” the news tells us. Soon, the walks meant we crossed the street to avoid anyone and everyone.

I felt so isolated. I felt so alone.

I need a hobby.

My go-to has always been nail art. It’s the one thing that got me through my first diagnosis of Panic Disorder and Generalized Anxiety Disorder. But, let’s face it, we only have so many fingers and toes. I painted them all.

St. Patty’s Day – bars closed but nails sparkling.

I still need another hobby.

A bout of spring cleaning not too long ago turned up my old lock box. Inside it, my aged deck of the Russian Tarot of St. Petersburg.

Such a beautiful deck.

I had read tarot over a decade ago and it took a few test spreads for it to start coming back to me. As the days wore on, I kept at my tarot cards until I became comfortable enough to read again.

It used to freak me out when the Death card appeared in my readings, but in general the card means transformation, and a time of change and new beginnings, but usually in an unexpected and shocking way. Yeah, no kidding. Thanks, COVID-19.

Quite an accurate reading, especially The Emperor reversed. I know who you are!

So, with Week 1 down and a new hobby under my belt, I look forward to the challenges Week 2 will bring. This week we’ve seen all socially active places shut down, a total stop to international travel, the border between us and our Yankee neighbours to the south closed, and an alarming shortage of toilet paper.

No toilet paper, but there is a rawhide chew bone!

Things were getting sketchy at home in the T.P. department until a hot tip led us to one particular grocery store.

My preciousssssss

For next week, I’m wondering if the strongly encouraged advice to stay indoors will switch to mandatory isolation. I’m expecting this week to be the bare minimum of isolation time, since the virus takes 14 days to show its ugly face. In all honesty, I’m still expecting at least two more additional weeks of isolation.

You said it!

The bright spot it that this week we’ve learned the epicentre of the virus, Wuhan, is getting back on its feet and its industry slowly restarting. Makes me hopeful for us over here that June is our target date for surviving this.

Soak up that vitamin D!

Who would have ever thought that a modern day plague could hit?

But hey, they say Shakespeare wrote King Lear while in isolation from the Black Plague. I’m eyeing my fourth book with those very same aspirations.

Until next week!

– Rissa

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