So, I threw my back out a few weeks ago. Yeah. That happened. Not that I mean to complain or anything, only that, heaped onto my other medical issues of late, it’s rather prevented me from blogging as much as I’d like. Funny how being helplessly flat on your back for a few days takes the steam right out of you.
And, I also find it funny how long it takes to recover from something like that. It’s been three weeks, and I’d say I’m about 90% recovered. Which is a big step from carefully shuffling in bed to find a position that isn’t mind-numbingly painful, but it’s still not where I want to be in life.
So, in short, I haven’t accomplished a lot to talk about. No play attending, obviously, but even more depressing, not nearly as much writing as I would like. I’m slowly getting back into my groove, though. I wrote eight pages last week of dubious quality, which isn’t great, but at least is something. I’m desperately looking forward to returning to my coffee shop after a four-week hiatus with every confidence that it will go a long way to restoring my writing mojo.
In the meantime, I plan to pump out a few postings this week, FINALLY revealing some details about my new novel and maybe talking about my latest fascination: spunky writer girls who have youtube channels. I don’t know why I’m surprised that spunky cute girls have successful youtube channels, but it’s the sort of revelation that makes you feel like an idiot for not realizing it sooner.