Life can be more exciting than we had planned for. Such was my recent adventure. In the midst of planning a writing-plotting retreat with trusted, long-time CPs, I had an accident. I had walked my niece’s hundred-pound golden retriever, Bogey, several times in the past and he’s always been sedate and gentle. He’s ten years old after all…but it only took the sight of a bouncing bunny tail in our yard to turn him into a stud puppy just long enough to “send me to the moon” as Ralph Cramden might say.
Certainly slows down the writing process with pain-killers that fog the brain and keep one in a perpetual state of nausea and the whirlies, so I’m off the meds and in pain…but I can successfully construct a full sentence. <g>
In challenging times I find it helpful to lower my goals to a more manageable level. Having to hunt-and peck the keyboard and finding the act of mouse-clicking painful, I opted to post a general notice yo my writing friends and make more use of the phone, for example, until the pain subsides.
Writing also performs a marvelous function: it takes my mind off the pain. Imagine, a free pain reliever with no side effects. Okay, not as effective as some of the meds, but it does work.