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Hi! Yeah, it’s me. I know, I know, I haven’t posted much of anything in ages. Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season (no matter what you do or do not celebrate). We had a good Christmas, though poor little Max was sick the entire time (and still can’t get rid of this terrible nasty cough he has…but at least our Kleenex usage has gone down exponentially).

I’m trying to get back into the swing of things, but I’ve had a case of the blahs. I’m working on it. Sometimes the blahs just happen.

In great news, we finally got our stuff from Chicago! It’s SO nice to have our own things again. We did get rid of almost all our furniture but the few pieces we kept we’ve mostly been able to put into our flat here in London (except our massive old hall tree). And Max is SO excited to have a bunch of his old stuff too — stuff he’d forgotten about completely! It was like a second Christmas. I’ve also got my supply of my own books again, so might have to figure out something to do with that. Like I have some hardbacks left and I don’t think you can buy those anymore (just paperbacks in the stores now, from what I understand). So if people are interested, maybe I’ll list ‘em (signed, of course) for sale here. Very limited supply though. We’ll see.

And in EVEN BETTER NEWS, I’ve got two blurbs for CAT GIRL’S DAY OFF now! One from the awesome Saundra Mitchell:

“When I need to read something smart and funny and completely original, I turn to Kimberly Pauley. CAT GIRL’S DAY OFF is a manic, madcap adventure that satisfies from the first page to the last.”—Saundra Mitchell, author of Shadowed Summer and The Vespertine

and one from the equally awesome and lovely Alex Flinn:

“I read and enjoyed Cat Girl’s Day Off and would really like to provide a blurb.  How about “Cat Girl’s Day Off was such a fun, adventurous romp!  I couldn’t stop reading it . . . with my cat.”—Alex Flinn, author of Beastly and Bewitching

I just love that! And, by the way, if you haven’t read any books by either of them yet…what are you waiting for? Love, love, love them which makes getting blurbs from them that much better.

And I also realize that I have not yet posted an (ahem) December Sneak Peek for CAT GIRL’S DAY OFF yet. Er. So I owe you one. And one for this month. But since I’ve been so terrible, I will, in fact, post THREE sneak peeks this month. So stay tuned.

 

On Still Sucks to Be Me in Spanish, Nebraskans, and Piracy

Hey everyone! I’m back home again after traveling to the wilds of, er…Omaha for a library visit (or two) with the awesome people there. Gordon and Lindsey were the two librarians who won a visit from me as part of the Sill Sucks to Be Me launch contest. I had a great time seeing the sites (like Old Town and the Henry Doorly Zoo) and we even took The Max to his very first hockey game (the Lancers, who, sadly, didn’t win). And, of course, the visits with the teens (and adults) who came out to see me was pure awesome too.

On Friday, I hung out with a bunch of teens and Gordon & Lindsey at the Bellevue Library and we all made a felt batty!! That was Gordon’s idea (he’s crafty!) and it was SO much fun. The Max (and the hubster) even got involved. The Max, in fact, made an entire army of bats AND had his first experience using scissors.

Making Bats

Making Bats (should've taken this pic before ppl started to leave, so this shot is missing some of the awesome bats)

On Saturday, I did the main author visit. I talked (for prolly too long), did Q&A kind of stuff, a writing workshop, and signed books. Everyone was great and we all (I think) had a lot of fun coming up with a new story (involving blue-haired mermen and a search for a long-lost parent) as part of the exercise. I hope everyone had as good of a time as I did.

Me, Gordon & Lindsey

Me, Gordon & Lindsey!

On Still Sucks to Be Me in Spanish!

Now, in other news, it seems that Still Sucks to Be Me is nearly here in the Spanish version! Looks like it is coming out on November 9th! Looks also like they changed the name up a bit to just Más Confesiones de Mina Smith (Vampiro Adolescente). And the cover is radically different than the first Spanish cover (Ser yo es un asco). Check it out…

Book 2 Spanish CoverI have to admit that my first reaction was pretty much just “Whoa!” and “Dude!” It’s just SO different. It’s cool and kind of reminds me of a Beautiful Creatures type of thing. What do you think? The only qualm I have is that it doesn’t look like a funny book. So I hope people don’t pick it up and then get a shock. Anyway, I can’t wait to see it in person!

On Piracy

And in final news…I actually got a nasty shock today. I’m signed up for Google Alerts (as are all authors, I’d wager) and got one this morning. I clicked through and found a download site with an illegal copy of Still Sucks to Be Me on it. This isn’t, honestly, that unusual (as depressing as that is) but what made this one particularly horrifying is that it showed the download count and OVER 20,000 COPIES HAD BEEN DOWNLOADED. On just this ONE website. And I know that it’s also out there on other sites. How many more pirated copies are out there?

I could cry.

To put that in perspective, the initial print run of Sucks to Be Me was around 20,000 copies. Actually, let me put this even more in perspective for you…my first statement for Still Sucks didn’t have 20,000 sales on it. I haven’t gotten my next statement yet (though I should soon–I get statements 4 times a year, unlike many authors who get them only twice or even just once), but it could conceivably be LESS than the number of copies that have been illegally downloaded (though I do hope it’s more!). I am not (at this time, though I certainly have aspirations) a NYT Bestselling Author. I do not sell millions of books. Every one of those pirated copies directly hurts me.

If those 20,000 people had actually bought my book I could just about guarantee you that I would be sitting here actually writing book #3 rather than waiting to see if my publisher will want it or not (note: I am not remotely upset with my publisher that I am still waiting to hear on whether they want book #3 or not. I know that this is a business. I know that the economy is tough. I know my editor would love to work with me on it. They just have to see if they are able to.).

So not only have those people potentially stolen a bunch of income from ME, they are also stealing from YOU. All of my awesome, incredibly wonderful fans (many of whom email me every week to ask when the third book will be out) may not get a third book. It won’t be because I didn’t want to write it.

Like I said, I could cry.

I know that there have been arguments made that people who illegally download a book aren’t the kind of people who would actually purchase one anyway, so it’s not “really” hurting authors. Well, maybe those people would have borrowed it from a library in times past, in which case, it would still be helping me rather than hurting me. And maybe some of them actually would have bought it. If even 10% of them had bought it instead of stolen it, it would have helped me out.

And I know I’ve been told that it’s useless to bother posting about this stuff (in fact, some people say you should just keep quiet), but my (probably naive) hope is that just one person may change their mind about illegally downloading something.

I can hope.

EDIT: Found this great post from another author of the costs of piracy to both authors and readers. Read it.

Writing…

You know how you hear people say things like “Gee, I wonder where my writing time went?” Well, I know exactly where my writing time has gone. It’s called Max.

Writing with a kid is an adventure. I don’t know, honestly, how some authors do it. Kristina Springer, for instance, has four children. Four. I’m not sure how she even makes it out of the house (not that I’ve met her kids and I’m sure they’re all lovely, well-behaved cherubs, I just know that there are days I don’t make it out of the house and I’ve only got one).

This morning was pretty classic. Up at 7:45 (I will admit here that I don’t get up until The Max gets up. Because this is how I get sleep. If I had the constitution of, say, my husband, I would get up at the crack of dawn and type then. Except for the fact that my brain doesn’t make sense until after 9, so it would be kind of useless anyway.), The Max immediately declared he needed to go poopy. Since we’re potty training and it’s only going so-so, I escorted him to the potty and plopped him down.

Fast forward an hour and a half. No poopy. And the mother’s helper (a neighbor girl who homeschools comes to play with Max sometimes so I can actually, you know, write) is due to come at 9:30 and I haven’t had a shower yet (or brushed my teeth, Gah!) and neither of us are dressed. So I move him and his potty chair en masse to my bathroom so I can take a shower (because you can’t leave a 2 1/1 year old on the potty alone if he says he’s got a poopy. Really. You can’t. He’ll still randomly use the potty chair as a hat.)

Then he wants to take a shower too. I take the world’s fastest shower and then, since he’s having a meltdown, he has a quick shower too. Then we get dressed (wherein he refuses my first couple of shirt selections for him). Then I pop up an Eggo waffle in the toaster because we have 5 minutes until Lydia arrives.

I could go on, but I think you get the idea.

I am not super mom.

But now, here it is 10 and I’ve got an hour and a half more writing time, so I’m going to stop taking this breather (because that’s what this blog post is…I know I should have just jumped right into writing, but I needed to take a breath first or else who knows what I would’ve done to my characters.) and get back to it. Because who knows when the next interruption will be.

Did I say interruption? I meant life.

So…a blog post. Looky here.

I haven’t been posting much. Okay, at all.

I’ll be honest. It’s because of a lot of reasons but in part because I’ve been really bummed in general and feeling kind of eh and ugh and bleh. Both in a physical and a mental sense. And I keep thinking I really ought to keep this blog, you know, LIGHT and AIRY and FLUFFY and FUNNY. Which is hard to do when you’re feeling kind of urk.

There are other authors peeps who keep it more real (like the ever lovely Myra McEntire and Stephanie Kuehnert) and sometimes I think maybe I should be like that. They do it so nicely and authentically. But then I think, urm, maybe all the stuff that goes on in my head really shouldn’t come out. Especially when I’m somewhere kinda dark. So I don’t know. I don’t really have any answers for that.

But as my cousin and web designer guru guy reminded me today (*has it really been since August 23rd since you posted?*), a blog is kinda useless and dead without actual, you know, posts.

So here I am.

Part of what has been eating away at my brain I still can’t talk about (maybe in November. But maybe not until February. I just don’t know yet). And it will, honestly, be a huge burden off of me once I can talk about all that stuff. But I can’t yet. So…

There’s The Book That Wouldn’t Die. The one I’m doing revisions for my agent on now. It’s going okay, actually. There are parts I still don’t love, but I’m working on it. And I do hope to have it done within the next week or two. Feedback has been pretty good on it, overall, from the few beta readers I have.

The big question in my head, of course, is whether or not my agent is gonna be able to sell it (which is, I’m sure, exactly one of the questions you are NEVER supposed to post on your writer blog because we’re all supposed to be POSITIVE at all times and never admit FEAR). This book is actually the first time I’ve got a book being taken around by an agent. So I don’t really know what to expect or hope for. I sold my first one myself and the second one was a sequel, so there really wasn’t much selling going on, if you know what I mean. Is anyone gonna buy this puppy? Or did I just waste months of my life? (though, okay, yeah, I know, you learn something new every time you write and yes, that’s totally true, but still.)

And then I worry about my current books that are out there. Sales on the second one seem to be going slower than the first one, but I’m being told that they’re still okay and that sales in general are down. Still, it makes me freak out a bit. Every day I get people writing to ask me when the third book will come out and the honest answer is that I have no idea. My publisher isn’t huge, so they (I imagine) want to see a certain number of sales before they ask me for a third book. I dunno what that magic number is. Every time someone writes me to basically say “hey, you, author lady, get your butt in gear and write that book!” I kinda wanna go AAAAAgggggggggghhhhhhh. Because I’d love to write that book. I even mostly know what’s going to happen in it. But I’ve got no control over it. Though I guess I could say “hey, you, readers who want another Mina book, get your butts in gear and go buy the second book so I can write the third one!” But that’d probably be impolite, you think?

I think the perception out there is often that once you’ve got a book or two out, everything is easy-peasy. But nothing about publishing is ever easy (well, at least, not for anyone I know).

I know I need to not worry about these things and just keep slogging away, but it’s been hard lately with all the other stuff I can’t talk about (and really, I can’t). My brain has just been feeling like it needs to implode.

But look, a blog post. Ain’t it shiny and new?

My ALA Curse & Launch contest update

So, every time ALA rolls around I get all excited. This is my third one, but I’m still all giddy like a schoolgirl (and just what does that mean, anyway? I don’t remember being particularly giddy when I was in school).

However.

Every time I go to ALA, some disfiguring nastiness occurs. The first one, a sty in my eye. I’d never even had one before in my entire life, but here was my lower eyelid, all red and puffy and swollen. I had the plague eye. And, you know, the fact that I was still carrying a bunch of after-baby fat around (The Max was only about 3 or 4 months old at that point).

Last year, I had a very lovely pimple that was the size of New Jersey. And then The Max got bit by a spider or something in our hotel room — right by his eye — and it swelled up and turned red. He looked like a boxer who’d lost a fight. Try walking around with a one year old that looks like that and see what kind of looks you get.

This year? Well, this year I have blue hair (which is on purpose and rather lovely, if I do say so myself). But I also have a collection of red welts on my arms and legs from a deer fly attack a WEEK AND A HALF AGO plus, at the moment, a foot swollen to 3 times it’s normal size because a hornet bit me yesterday. I haz sausage foot. I’m not sure if I can even wear any shoes other than flip flops right now.

It’s my ALA curse.

So, if you go, and you see some poor little short half-Asian author person limping around and looking like a plague victim, that would be me.

In other news, I’ve narrowed down the Launch Contest entries to some finalists and have some volunteer judges going through those to determine the winners. I should be announcing them shortly! Can’t wait to meet you, whoever you are, O Grand Prize winner!

I know, I know…

I’m actually still really upset about Elephant. I’m silly, I know. But I am.

Max seems to be doing okay, at least. He carries around Elephant 2 plus either Binky Dog or Bunny Bear. He seems to want two things. But he’s asked for Elly a few times. I just give him Elephant 2 and try to act like nothing’s wrong.

Ah well.

Epic Fail

I feel like I’ve had my first big Mommy failure. Max lost elephant at the mall today. Elephant #1. I’ve been careful lately to not let elephants out of the house, but Tony picked up Max to strap him in the car and he still had elephant. I thought about saying something, but I didn’t. We’ve taken him out before (sometimes both of them) and it’s always worked out, though we’ve had some close calls (left behind at a couple of stores, but I’ve always managed to find him). This time it didn’t work out.

I had to get some new glasses because I lost my old ones somewhere in the house. Or maybe Max did; I don’t know…they’re just gone. And since Tony is off to London again this week, I really needed some new glasses so I could drive while he was gone. So while I was in VisionWorks at Hawthorne Mall, Tony was on Max duty. They played around the store for a while and then went on to the playground area. Me, I had my eye exam and looked for frames and got my eyes dilated.

On the way back to the car, I said “Where’s Elephant?” assuming that he had wound up in Tony’s pocket like he usually does. But Tony didn’t have him. And he wasn’t in the car. We got home and called iHop (where we’d had breakfast) and I called the mall where (prophetically) they told me that they didn’t have Elly in the lost and found box but that they “threw away any dirty stuffed animals” that they found. Which, by the way, is evil. Because the loved ones? They’re the dirty ones. If they are sparkling clean and new? Those aren’t the loveys. The loveys are LOVED.

I also called the bookstore since Tony had gone in there and Delia’s, since Tony had said that Max kept going in there because he liked to walk through their sign. But no go.

We had to go back to the mall to pick up my glasses, so we did that on the way to the airport. We drove through the parking lot slowly and checked out the aisle we had parked in and two more for good measure. No Elephant. The Max was asleep, so Tony stayed with him out in the car while I went in to pick up my glasses.

While I was waiting for my turn, I saw a security guard standing outside the store (and, according to the people on the phone earlier, mall security is in charge of the lost and found), so I asked the fellow if anyone had turned in an elephant. A guy who happened to be standing nearby taking surveys goes “A floppy grey elephant?” and for a minute I was very excited. It turns out Max must have left it on the post right outside the VisionWorks store while he and Tony had been playing around. The guy had propped it up on the post and left it there, but then later had seen a maintenance worker pick it up.

So I cornered a maintenance guy who was nearby, but he had no idea (and it wasn’t him, anyway, but some other taller maintenance guy). The security guy was also no help. I had to get back to the car to get Tony to the airport, so I left. I was also, honestly, a wee bit of a wreck because a) I read The Velveteen Rabbit far too many times as a child and b) Max had already had one major meltdown at home when he figured out he had not two elephants, but one and the elephant he did have was not THE elephant. Backup elephant has always been backup elephant, even though he’s loved carrying both around. Tony can’t tell the difference, but Max and I can.

Tony doesn’t get why I’m so upset, but he calls the mall again on the way to the airport but just asks if anyone has turned in the elephant (a question I already know the answer to) even though I tell him the new info. He just thinks Max will “live” and be fine. And, yes, I know that’s true but that’s not the point.

When we get back home I call again and explain to the concierge desk lady the situation. At first she tells me there are no maintenance people working today and then she’s just confused. Ultimately, they say they’ll look again and call me back. They do, about five minutes later, and no elephant. Which I expected by this point. They obviously threw him away.

It pains me to write that. Maybe I’m silly, I don’t know. But Elephant has been there for Max for his whole life and has comforted him through bruises and bumps and nightmares and who knows what else. His trunk and hands were turned yellow from Max sucking on them when a binky just wouldn’t do. He called him Elly, when the two elephants together where “Ants!” — but Elephant was always Elly. I thought he’d have Elly his whole life and be able to sit him on a shelf someday and chuckle fondly at how raggedy he’d grown over the years. Maybe sneak him off to college because he just couldn’t bear to leave him behind.

Elephant just wasn’t something that should ever be thrown away.

I’m sorry, Max. I’m sorry, Elly. This time I failed.

Digging

For some reason as I was lying in bed trying to go to sleep and rubbing Gracie’s belly (it’s very relaxing, rubbing her big soft furry tummy), I had an idea about my old old old manuscript. The kind of traditional fantasy one that I haven’t worked on in ages and keep thinking I ought to pick up again. So I got up to write down some notes. That done, now I’m just sitting here, stewing.

I’ve really got to decide what to work on next. My next major project. I’m not touching the vampire novel for now, even though I did think of a way to make it into a non-vampire novel, because I just heard back from the publisher again that they are still looking at it.

So, do I work on…

…the traditional fantasy with the kind of classic “unlikely hero takes on evil” coming-of-age/epic journey thing and the kick-butt heroine sidekick/romantic interest?
…the used to be middle grade fantasy where the girl finds out she’s next in line to be queen of the fairies that I have to turn into something else because the whole fairy queen thing is completely overdone (not to mention the fairy thing in general)?
…the new(er) idea involving the son of Death (i.e. death-in-training) who falls in love with a dying girl who doesn’t believe in death (funnier than it sounds, honest)?
…the super freaks with the stupid powers who discover they aren’t useless after all (though this does have the issue of the recent influx of super-power kids)?
…the adult chick lit featuring Earlene, a bra factory in Georgia, an unwilling bra model, and a possibly stolen pick up truck?
…the probably middle grade, slightly tongue-in-cheek Serious McElvoy story about a boy genius who dies an untimely and rather messy death to become an angel fifth class?

Those are just the most viable bits. I’ve got other WIPs but I’m trying not to even think of those now. There’s one that does sound viable…but every time I try to write on it I just don’t like the character and I drop it. So it isn’t going anywhere.

The traditional fantasy is probably the most along, even though the Abigail fairy-queen one is probably longer…but I definitely need to go back to the drawing board on it. I’ve thought about just making it a more straightforward “girl’s grandmother dies and she refuses to accept it and goes into Death to get her back” but that doesn’t much sound like a middle grade kind of story, now does it? What about just making it a fairies kidnap grandmother one? Except that makes no sense…they only do changelings for babies…grrrrr.

And the short bit I have of Sylvie…but I have no idea where that is going. It’s just an interesting bit. Maybe I’ll try shipping it out as a short story. Ack.

Which reminds me that I need to finish the re-write on the short story about Hildie-with-the-bloody-hand-in-her-purse and get it back out to the magazine that asked for it a while back. After all, we actually do have a stable address again. I have no excuse not to get it out the door again.

But I really need to pick a full length thing to work on. Which will it be?? Anyone want to read too many first chapters? Ha.

[slightly later]

And I just found a couple of chapters of a story I’d completely forgotten about. Rather promising, though it is another adult chick lit type of thing and I keep thinking I ought to just stick with what I know…YA. But it is kind of a fun piece. “Starting Tomorrow”

Start making sense

I’ve been mad before. I’ve been depressed before. I’ve probably even jokingly said that I wanted to kill someone. But I can’t imagine actually doing it. What makes a person snap and take the lives of others? I just can’t grasp it. I don’t understand.

I was reading some of the articles about the professor who gave his life to save his students. And bios of some of the dead. It depresses me to read about it but somehow I feel like I owe them that much. I may never have met them in life and likely wouldn’t have if they’d lived, but the small thing I can do for them now is remember them.

Still — it’s just craziness. What a mad, mad world indeed.

Freaked out

I’d whittled myself down to just one pain pill a day (generally taken at night) a while back, with brief upsurges when the back/leg pain got unbearable (had a few really bad days while moving/packing/unpacking). I really just want to get off of it completely. I don’t like what it does to me and I don’t care what they say about it causing euphoria…that’s not one of the side effects that I get. Mostly it just makes me sleepy and sometimes kind of addled and fuzzy. I sleep well and badly at the same time. Always have a hard time getting up.

So last night I didn’t have a lot of pain so (I guess I can call it last night, even though I haven’t slept much of it) I thought I’d see how I’d do skipping the pill completely. Well, let’s just say that the withdrawal symptoms didn’t hit right away, but by 5 AM, they were driving me crazy. I thought I’d been doing pretty good, getting down to just the one pill. I didn’t think skipping it one night would be that bad.

I finally went and took a pill about 5:15 AM. But they take a little bit to kick in, so I went to the laptop (my true drug of choice, I suppose) to look up hydrocodone and withdrawal symptoms and what not. Maybe some hints on the best way to get off of it, no matter that the dr. prescribes it for my pain. I’m hoping that it could be something that I could just take when the pain gets really bad and not on a daily basis. After all, the pain is much, much better now than it was before when I could hardly walk or move. It’s pretty light to moderate on a normal day, though I can still have a bad day now and then for no apparent reason.

To make a long story short, the information I find on it scares the bejesus out of me. The dr. definitely never covered this stuff as much as I think he should have.

This I pretty much knew:

Hydrocodone is a semi synthetic opioid (narcotic) derived from two of the naturally occurring opiates, codeine and thebaine. Hydrocodone is prescribed for the relief of moderate to moderately severe pain. It is taken orally as an active narcotic analgesic (pain killer) and an anti tussive (cough suppresant). The pain relief by hydrocodone is thought to involve peripheral and central actions but the exact mechanism(s) remains unknown. Because the drug acts on the brain, its major side effects are central and include dizziness, drowsiness, nausea, vomiting, euphoria, lightheadedness and confusion.

I can certainly testify to the lightheadedness, the dizziness, the drowsiness, and the confusion.

This I didn’t know:

Hydrocodone may also affect the center that controls respiratory rhythm, and may produce irregular and shallow breathing.

Sometimes I get that choke-y feeling of not being able to get enough air. It’s freaky.

And it goes on to say:

Repeated hydrocodone use can lead to habitual craving and lead to both physical and psychological dependence. In those individuals who take hydrocodone for prolonged periods, sudden stoppage of the medication can lead to withdrawal symptoms. These may include extreme anxiety, difficulty breathing, vomiting, sweating, palpitations, lack of concentration and an intense craving for the drug.

The dr. had started me on tramadol first, back in early 2005. But he put me on hydrocodone that same year, at first having me take 2 pills at a time, 4 times a day. When I took that many, I just really couldn’t function. I went down to 3 times a day, even when he was still recommending 4. At any rate, I’ve been on some dosage of it for over a year. Yeesh, drawing close to 2 years. Is it any wonder that I haven’t finished my second novel? That’s an excuse, but I think a valid one.

Anyway, getting back to the withdrawal symptoms. The only ones I didn’t have this morning by 5 AM are the vomiting and the intense craving. Well, I suppose it equates to a craving, even though mentally I really *don’t* want to take it. As mentioned on a different website, I also have some other symptoms (that I didn’t even realize were symptoms): a runny nose, restless legs (that’s the one that really drives me crazy), crying for no reason (I get this quite a bit, actually…a particularly beautiful song playing on the radio makes me want to cry sometimes).

And more:

The time period of drug consumption which leads to dependence is variable but may range anywhere from 6-12 months of continued use. Dependence and addiction to this drug is usually treated with slow withdrawal of the drug, use of methadone, psychological and supportive therapy through an effective drug rehab program.

Methadone?? Frigging methadone?? I just…I don’t even know what to say to that.

Others report similar issues to me:

I find that I am constantly tired and have none of my normal ambition. I sleep 9-11 hours per night and still never feel rested.

Tony gets on me sometimes for how long I seem to sleep. It’s not that I want to sleep 11 hours a day. Or 10 or whatever. Even when I do, I feel like I haven’t slept at all. I guess it’s just good to see that I’m not alone in this.

And at least there’s this:

Physical dependance is not the same thing as mental addiction though. Some folks are able to take narcotics for pain, appropriately and as prescribed, without ever abusing them.

I don’t feel like I abuse them. I generally try not to take them, except when the pain is bad. My prescription is still technically for 3 a day. I almost never take that. Usually I just do the one pill at night. By the end of the day is usually when the pain kicks in.

And this is kinda hopeful:

Question: After taking this medication for a year with back pain what is the best way to stop taking it without withdrawal symptoms?
Answer: It depends on the dosage and the time you have been on the drug. In general, cut the dosage about 20% every week. Once you get to 20% cut 5% a week until it is gone.

I guess what I need to do is start chopping the pills in half for a while instead of going from 1 to none. Some other forums seem to suggest this too. And there are some other drugs you can go on to alleviate the withdrawal, but I kind of hate to do that. That just seems like trading one problem for another.

My big worry, I suppose, is what do I do when the pain gets really bad? The steroid treatment I did late last year really really helped, but it was a one time thing and I’ve had some bad days since then. I don’t have too many bad days any more, but they are still there. If I get completely off of this stuff, is it safe to take a pill every now and then when the pain is really bad?

I guess I need to find a doctor up here now. Not that so far the doctors haven’t seemed concerned with how long they’ve had me on this stuff. But I don’t like anything controlling part of my life.

Information taken from:

On bullet holes…

This, by the way, is what a bullet hole in the back of your Mercedes looks like. Well, after you’d (obviously) been driving around in snow & salt. My poor car is now happy to be whole again and living in a place where no one will shoot it and where it has a nice little garage to sleep in.

Just thought I’d share. We’re past the stage where the situation horrified and scared us. Now, I’m at that place where I can look back and laugh…kind of.