By Susan Knight
I’ve been laid up with ankle surgery, and despite thinking I’d have a lot of time to do things, life happened differently than planned. I’ve been sitting on the recliner with my foot up, watching television and crocheting. When I get antsy, I get up and go to my computer (I don’t have a laptop) thinking I’m going to have all this time to write, but then, with my ankle down, it starts to hurt. Back to the recliner.
I was hoping I’d have time to set up blogs and websites for platforms and social media. *sigh* I guess I just can’t sit upright long enough. Maybe that’s my excuse. The fact is, even though I’ve been reading up on it, I’m still not sure how to execute it all.
What I have been doing is a lot of thinking and some writing for my WIP. I got three-quarters done during NaNoWriMo and I’ve been trying to get that one last quarter finished. Maybe, with a few days left at home (I’m going back to work on Monday), I’ll at least have it mapped out and the rough draft finally finished. I’m coming down the home stretch—both for my book and my ankle.
Who knew it took so long to write a book? How do people put out one or more a year? Maybe they don’t have full-time jobs? No. I know a lot who do. Maybe they’re not as old (and tired) as I am? No. That’s not it either. What could it be? Lack of drive? Procrastination?
I’m going to go with my ankle has been out of commission for more than a year-and-a-half. I’ve been in constant pain. Half of my brain has been dealing with pain leaving only the other half in working order. Thinking and doing are exhausting, mentally and physically. I normally come home from work feeling like I've run a marathon.
I am praying so hard, night and day and in-between, that this second surgery has done the trick and I will be able to walk again—without pain.
Not trying to whine and not seeking sympathy. Just stating facts. I hope to join the real world again very soon, full of energy, enthusiasm, and able to think and act—pain free.