Decided to stop being lazy.
No. Not true. I’m always lazy. Decided to see somebody about pain and sick that was keeping me from being lazy while putting words on the screen.
I feel much better.
Or, at least, better enough to write.
And I did.
words written today: 1048
I’m not. But every now and then, I feel like I should apologize for wasting the time of the 2 people who read this blog (hi guys!) and walk away from writing forever. But I’m not going to. Because that sucks.
No words written today
and sore. Also no words. Working on that tomorrow.
Hate this so much. But had a long conversation with a friend about how much time he has left. How much time do any of us have left? Maybe, right now, you have a life expectancy of another 10 years and 7 of that is going to be really, really hard. Then you’re just going to keep getting sicker, based on what we know now.
But, what’s to say you won’t get his by a bus on your way to work tomorrow? Everybody has the same 24 hours in a day. How you spend them and how you approach it makes all the difference.
So, you might have 10 years, and somebody might have 20 or 30. But what about the person with 5? And who knows what the next 5 years will bring.
Your life is what you make it. What do you want to do with it?
No words written in fiction today.
I’d like to stop now. Really, I’ve served my time, I can go another few years without getting sick again.
Fever. Aches. Sore throat. No words.
A name popped up today that I could have sworn I’d heard before. In fact, I was very, very sure it was someone I had gone to high school with. Couldn’t find the right yearbook to confirm but did find one to confirm I’d gone to the same middle school. Which was cool.
I went to a ridiculously tiny school for 7th – 12th grade and the names tend to stick, even after all these years. It’s always nice to see that a lot of the people I took classes with are doing much better for themselves than I am.
So, anyway, between that and a 16ish hour day at work, I’m beat. Got a little writing done at lunch, though, and that was nice.
words written today: 284
So, the thing I did to my back? It’s getting better with some help. Help happening twice a week for…a while. And I felt so good doing what I needed to do that I didn’t think anything about sitting in a position that had previously hurt. A lot.
I got stuck.
So, yes, still have an ice pick jammed in various parts when in certain positions. Sitting is easier but after a while… yeah.
Writing is slow going but I’m actually managing to power through for some of it.
words written today: 511