As I mentioned in my post - disqus.com/home/discussion/channel-indieworld/all_shook_up/, I recently had a fall. I didn't realize the accident was three weeks ago, which makes me current condition more worrying than I thought, as I am still suffering from a nagging migraine and now my left leg is so weak that I cannot stand on it. The fall was caused by a weak left ankle, I tore the tendon 11 years ago, and owing to various medical issues it was not able to be repaired, not that a torn tendon is ever fully repaired; one you tear a muscle it is always weakened.
If I had the energy I would be mad, but after a 16-month fight, I have nothing left to fight with now my PIP assessment has left me with no money for extras after I pay the bills.
Last night, I found another victim of the fire 16 months ago, I was using a Terri Clark CD to aid with the ventilation for my laptop when I noticed the case was brown, not clear, on investigation, I found that the booklet on the inside is waterlogged and has adhered to the CD.
With time on my hands and no money to go anywhere, I may start to put my CD's on file again. I dread to think how many more I will end up throwing away with fire damage.
Over the last two or three years, as my e-book sales have crashed; I found the best way to get readers for my blogs is to use the magic word. No, not please, or thank you, but FREE. By adding free to the title, I'll attract readers like ants to honey. Another proof of this is that the only e-books that have "sold" on Draft2Digital in this period are the free ones I give out.
Churches hold a mystique for me that I have yet to understand.
If you read my posts, you'll know that I am not overly religious, or trying to push religion on you.
There is something about churches that fascinates me when I enter one I can sense a calm that I never feel anywhere else. Whether it is because of the building being a church or not I haven't been able to realize as yet, perhaps it could be because I sense another presence in the building. One that is all powerful.
I have wondered if I should have been a Padre since my days in the RAF when I got sent on a course to Andover, Hampshire. People have often said that I would make a good counselor, as I can empathize with the problems of other people well.
I can say with certainty that I admire the men who built the church in the days before Health and Safety rules.