At the moment, I’m confined to my desk chair, icing my back. This sucks. I mean, really, really sucks. All I did was step in a depression on the ground while walking the dog…Thursday night. Friday, I was fine. Saturday, not so much. And ever since, I’ve just been plain miserable.
I can think of things to do, which don’t require a lot of muscle usage; but right now I’m stuck to this chair. And, get this, the worst pain is when I’m sitting. Wonder how long I can stay on my feet? Probably not long, since I got a sum total of maybe four hours of sleep last night. Coffee is my BFF today.
I did call a doctor. Surprisingly, the office called right back…while I was in the shower. Phone tag, what fun! We’ll see….
So what’s a writer to do when she can’t focus? The words are there, in my head, but getting them on paper (or on screen, as the case may be), I stall. And procrastinate. And find other things to do. Or maybe just do nothing.
I’m a self-imposed deadline. Or rather, a husband-imposed deadline – he challenged me to hit the halfway mark at the end of this month. I’m just moving very, very slowly.
Not like this is all I have to do. I mean, every day there are things that must be accomplished around here in order to keep things running smoothly. Dishes, laundry, picking up, paying bills, running errands.
I know what I’d tell anyone else. But I need someone to tell ME, because I don’t listen to myself very well!
That’s all. Carry on. Commercial break is over. See you around!