So, I bet you didn’t know that MS can hug you. If you did know, you’ve probably experieced it. My commiserations to you, because i am feeling the arms of MS hug me around my upper and lower chest as i type this article. It isn’t fun.
To those who have no idea what I am talking about, allow me to explain. The MS hug is so named because the feeling sometimes feels like someone is hugging you very firmly, making it hard to breathe. It can also feel like a sharp pain in your chest, which is an alarming symptom for anyone to experience. Many an MS sufferer has appeared at a hospital emergency ward convinced that they are having a heart attack. While it is certainly good news to know that you are not having a heart attack, you then have to try and find a way to manage the symptoms.
My brand of MS Hug feels a lot like Athsma, except Ventolin won’t fix it. It is tiring trying to breathe, when your chest just won’t expand the amount it needs to.
I have tried massaging the muscles in between my ribs (which btw worked last night), and have now self medicated with a glass of Baileys and milk. It’s going to be a long night because neither of these things is working.
Choosing what style of voice to use in your story can be tricky. There are advantages to using both limited and omniscient third person, as Nathan Bransford will explain in his blog post – Third Person Omniscient vs. Third Person Limited. It’s a great article that explains the differences in clear, straight forward language (something I have a weakness for). If you visit Nathan’s blog, tell him Liz sent you!
Cheers, Liz Bullock
Candice awoke to the sound of voices talking in hushed tones nearby. She instinctively knew that she wasn’t in a place she had been before, so she cautiously opened her eyes just a smidge. She was in a hospital, a busy one at that. She tried to move her body, but it felt it was suspended in thick molasses. Her head started swimming, in a drunken kind of way that wasn’t unpleasant. The last thing her brain registered was a nurse approaching her bedside, and adjusting a tube that was going into her arm. Then the black claimed her once more.
Ben browsed the chart, and was pleased to see that Candice was stable. But he still had to decide what to tell her when she eventually woke up. If he told her the truth, she would freak out, and likely walk out. He glanced in her direction, catching her move just slightly. She was starting to gain consciousness, and he was running out of time to think.
“Put her under for a couple more hours, Sister. One hundred mils should do it”
“Doctor” Sister Margaret nodded quickly and went over to Candace’s bedside, and extended the drip feed to her veins.
What happens next? How would you rewrite this?
Comment below with any ideas you have…
When I was a little-un, I used to study garden snails very closely as they glided slowly along the garden wall. I would try to see a facial expression on their faces, hoping that they would smile lazily at me when I picked them up. Me being me, I often created a whole personality and background for them in my head, which would then convince me that they were either smiling, frowning (at me), or even crying. It made them real to me.
I sometimes yearn for that time, when uncensored creativity was the order of the day.
I want to get re-acquainted with that part of myself. If I find more micro photography images, I will post them here.
If you recommend a micro photography blog that I should look at, please let me know below!
P.S- This little guy is called Oscar. He is running away from home, because his mum tidied his room without asking, which made him mad. He’s a little Emo sullen, which is why he is hanging his head down as he slides.
My eyes have been opened! Thanks to the great Natasha Lester, I have discovered a whole world of literary devices that I never knew existed. OK, some I knew of. But others…I just had no idea. None.
And this got me thinking….
I have never studied creative writing, where I probably would have come across things like literary devices. Therefore my work thus far has lacked the depth that studying creative writing could have given it. So being the eager sponge that I am, I want to educate myself.
Should I do a degree? Can I king-hit a certificate? How about starting on a statement of attainment?
What do you all think I should do? Should I learn as I go? Should I study a certain course?
Comment below, and tell me how you got to be so good.
P.S- Did you see what I did there?