No writing, but not nearly as terrible a day as I was anticipating. I did manage to get a decent amount of sleep despite my indiscretions. Although I didn't write anything, I did manage to get quite a lot accomplished on the homestead, leading to a happier existence overall and a satisfying sense of achievement. I think this is actually the right path toward writing, as long as I eventually end up writing.
I did wake up with a new and terrifying pain in my back, which we have worked hard with stretching and exercises to day in an attempt to work out. It is still there, but I think we are actually capable of making progress on fixing it. I think the chairs that I have to use at work at just horrendously terrible on my back and have led to some serious problems. I can only hope I am able to get into a doctor appointment soon so that I can take steps toward getting this situation resolved. I am not sure what those steps might be, but just starting at some point would be a big help.
All of that being said, I have some serious doubts about whether or not I will actually write anything tomorrow either. It is a Sunday and filled with churchy things. I don't know that there will be much of an opportunity for prose, but one never knows. Best to keep trying, no doubt. Books don't write themselves.
No comments:
Post a Comment