Author spotlight; I eat chocolate and I throw things.

I don’t deal well with frustration. I only have a few emotional enemies, and that is at the very top of the list. Not many things can reduce me to a fussy pole of unproductivity quite like frustration.

Being a visually disabled writer is interesting, to say the least. I used to do pretty well in the typing department, doing upwards of 60 wpm. I enjoyed typing, and could get my thoughts on the page pretty quickly once I had figured out what those thoughts would be. Writing was fun, and I just knew the the next Great American Novel was only a few quick keystrokes away.

But then I was diagnosed with diabetic retinopathy, and for my vision, it was all downhill from there . My 20-40 vision went into the triple digits, and then started fading altogether. Later on, I developed glaucoma and ischermia, neither of which I found amusing. Two months ago I learned that I now have macular degeneration. Fortunately, the shots that I’m already getting in my eyes are the same ones used to treat md, so at least I’m hot having to deal with more shots.

My vision loss has really changed the actual act of writing for me. When I write, I sit on my couch with my laptop on the coffee table in front of me. When I am seated in the “proper” position to type, I’m too far from the screen to read what I’m writing or to see if there are any mistakes. So I lean forward until my chin is over the outside edge of the laptop, at archaic point I can read what’s on the screen, provided the font is large and bold. But typing in that positioning is hard to do and impossible to do quickly. So I prop my chin on my left hand and do the hunt and peck thing with my right. So much for 60 words per minute.

Needless to say, what used to be a quick and easy process is now anything but. Add in the fact that my characters tend to be downright bossy when it comes to how they are written, and it tends to get pretty ugly around here.

Which brings me back to the topic of how frustration is absolutely not my friend. But…..chocolate is. We’re actually much more than friends, having been in a long-term relationship for the past few decades. Chocolate is by far my favorite snack, and it’s always what I reach for when I need to slow things down and step away from life for a while. There’s just something about chocolate’s rich flavor and silky texture that lets me trade whatever trauma drama I’m involved in for a few minutes of delicious relaxation. Frustration happens, but chocolate usually helps me get to the other side without tearing my hair out.

And if that doesn’t work, I throw things. I actually have fairly gook aim for an almost blind girl. So far, I’ve managed to avoid breaking the TV, which is a good things. I suppose I should admit that I’m talking about the current TV. The last TV didn’t fare quite as well. But in my defense, I’d been having a fairly aggressive go-round with Decker, the main character in the Drill series. I knew exactly where he “needed” to go but he didn’t agree and the battle began. After four days of 24/7 writer’s block, I was a bit testy, to say the least.

Since then, I’ve removed anything heavy from within grabbing distance of my place on the couch, I rolled six pairs of socks, and put them in a box on the floor where they are easily accessible should the need arise. My aim is still off, more times than not, but I no longer break things, and the cats have learned to duck. I recently purchased the Dragon software, which is really helping with my writing, and I keep the chocolate bowl full. So as long as I stay on Decker’s good side, everything is more or less okay.

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BOOK BLURB:

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A brutal experience transforms an unproven young tough into a ruthless killing machine. For 15 years he waited, building his body into an unstoppable weapon so that vengeance would be had through the strength of his will and the power of his hands.

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AUTHOR BIO:

Rhani D’Chae is a visually impaired writer, reader, and lover of cats. She is currently working on teh second book in the Drill series, about an repentant enforcer and the violent life that he leads.

Twitter-@rhanidchae

Facebook-http://goo.gl/UvY4YY

Website-rhanidechae.com

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Sunday chuckle

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The Fortune Cookie

Stevie ran her hands through her auburn hair and looked at the plates piled on the coffee table. She shook her head trying to clear her muddled thoughts and glanced at the unopened fortune cookies spilling out of a green plastic bowl. She didn’t believe in those things as a rule, but this morning her curiosity got the better of her.Last night everyone had bugged her about opening one, but she hadn’t. Stevie gathered up a pile of plates and took them to the kitchenette. She set the dishes on the dark blue counter and looked at the fortune cookies again. Oh, why not. She broke one open and took out the piece of paper and read. Pack up everything and move to the next country you hear spoken out-loud. These things were good for a laugh if nothing else. Her thoughts were interrupted when her chubby roommate Julie entered the room.

“What a mess. Boy, do I ever have a headache. My mouth feels like it’s full of cotton balls.” Julie poured water into the coffee pot before scooping coffee into the filter. “Amanda’s new boyfriend kept talking about  Ireland and how he missed it. Makes you wonder why he left.”

“It’s a picturesque country.” Stevie looked over the top of her black framed glasses and filled the sink with hot water inhaling the fresh lemon scent.

“Is that a fortune cookie? You opened one, after all, did you? What did it say?” Julie wrinkled her nose and scrapped the dried up food into the garbage.

“Oh just the usual,” Stevie shrugged, as she glanced over her shoulder.

Julie grabbed the piece of paper out of Stevie’s fingers before it landed in the garbage can. She gave her friend a hug after she read the little piece of paper. “Same as mine. Looks like we are both moving to Ireland.”

“Oh really. I don’t think so.” Stevie’s eyebrows knit into a frown as she thought about the dead end job at the real-estate office and how much she hated it. “I just can’t pick up and leave.”

“Look at all the genealogy research you have been doing on your Mom’s family and how you always wanted to see the country where your great grandmother grew up. Did you open that letter from Ireland?”

“No, I didn’t. I don’t know if there’s a family connection.” Stevie raised her eyebrows and set a dripping plate in the green dish rack. “Besides travelling is expensive.”

“You have longed to go for a long time,” Julie grabbed two green mugs from the cupboard. “You should open the envelope.”

“There wasn’t time  with the preparations for the party and work. I had to work overtime everyday for the past six months. I barely had time to eat, and breath let along spent time researching.” Stevie shrugged and listened to the gurgling water run down the drain.

“Well, if that isn’t a reason for taking an extended holiday I have never heard of one.” Julie poured coffee into the mugs. “Our friends are slobs. Look at the mess they left in the living room. I thought they were never going to leave. The stragglers stayed until after two a.m. Admit it you hate that job.”

“Yes, I hate it, but my parents always taught me to stick with things and not quit on a whim. They wouldn’t be impressed.” Stevie put green and white plates in the white cupboard. “Just up and moving seems like an impulsive thing to do.”

“When is the last time you had any fun?” Julie asked as she sipped her coffee. “Where did you put the letter?”

“On my desk.”

“I’ll get it for you. Open it and quit wondering.” Julie said. “Sit and drink you coffee before it gets cold.”

Stevie tapped the brown envelope on the grey table as she sipped her coffee. “All right here goes.” There was the sound of ripping paper as she slid a knife in the top. Look at the pictures of the women in the group photo. They look a lot like Mom, Grandmother and me. Isn’t that a little eerie. It looks like we are distant cousins. Ella Sullivan has invited me to come and visit for as long as I want.”

“Well, maybe that fortune cookie was right after all. You have that excited look in your eyes that I haven’t seen for a long time. Maybe you could even take me with you,” Julie said. “Neither of us have anything of any value. You could store everything at your parent’s place.”

“Let’s do it. Make a list of everything we need to do. Like passports, etc. I could live on my savings for a year if I live frugally. Let’s do this.” Stevie fanned herself with the envelope and grinned broadly. She cradled her mug in her hands and looked around the apartment as a plan started to form. Stevie wanted to meet her distant relatives. It was something she had planned and saved for. It wasn’t an impulsive whim after all.

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Top Artists in the world

Just a few of the images by renowned or emerging artists, the aim is to give them new visibility. They are all artists that deserve to be seen, shared and internationally exhibited online. The talent is, of course, a subjective concept and it is up to you to better estimate the potential of this list. […]

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Friday-Animal Jokes

What happens to a frog’s car when it breaks down? It gets toad away. Q: What did the duck say when he bought lipstick? A: “Put it on my bill.” There was a papa mole, a momma mole, and a baby mole. They lived in a hole out in the country near a farmhouse. Papa […]

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