Friday, November 7, 2014

Pain & Oblivion #NaBloPoMo

It's been a day half in oblivion and half in the world of a deeply engaging story. When I have to take my muscle relaxers, I can't read; my eyes unfocus. Audiobooks have become a favorite entertainment but I've always only listened to Gaiman, with whose books I'm very familiar. I've heard Stardust, my favorite, a ridiculous number of times.

And today I learned this is key; to listen to a story I know by heart. For I drifted asleep and awoke to find a serious fucking spoiler had occurred.

I yelled passionately at Tom Hisdleston, who narrates, the fact by which I discovered the book.

It's The Red Necklace, a deliciously angst-thick tale of the French Revolution and in my current state of mind I couldn't possibly do it justice, though I will review it soon. I'm just farther than halfway finished.

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It's been a frankly horrific day since consciousness dawned and Shane took over my usual morning Molly school preparation and sent me back to bed where I've remained.

In a synaesthetic description, my pain feels like the sound of Cobain's most broken shrieks. 

Or a migraine from the hips to the toes, grinding from inside so that I could rest on a cloud and my body would still be shocking and stabbing me raw from inside.

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I'm sorry for treating you to ugly details—it's mostly for my reference for the story I'm writing with an (anti)heroine who has crippling pain.

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