I have been writing, but at a slow pace and without updating this blog.
I mentioned in my previous post that I was feeling superstitious – there was an ice storm here in town that week, and I was going to post that I’d weathered the storm just fine but I was kind of afraid to jinx it. I had so many friends and colleagues who had terribly difficult situations to get through, I was terribly lucky to have heat, power, water, no house damage…
I didn’t write much during that storm, though. I write to occupy my mind and the constant barrage of bad news and background worry about frozen pipes and falling trees took up all the available cycles in my mind.
Then I got to the other side, and started writing, trying to get the habits back.
But it all fell apart again last week when I injured myself.
I’ve told this story several times at work, so don’t feel any strong compulsion to write it again. But the gist was, I was having a rough morning and was distracted when I went to walk the dog. And then I fell on my face. Well, mostly my right knee, chest and right hand. A little on my face.
Suffice it to say, I ended up very sore, very sleep deprived, and there was no writing.
But I am making very slow progress. And I hadn’t set any specific goal, like I had previously. (This clearly may have been a mistake.) So I’m not failing, but it doesn’t feel like I’m winning yet, either… so I’ll have to do better.
Later, bots and imaginary readers