Just a bit of complaining about the little things in life that get in the way of writing.
We’re emerging from two weeks of mind numbing illnesses at our house. My poor Rick, who is a strong and manly-man, came down with the full-blown influenza, the Swine Special, a freight train of a virus that roars through your system with the fury of a hurricane . (Of course we got shots!) For some reason the flu is raging out here. So, if you’re in Colorado, cover your mouth when you cough and wash your hands – a lot.
And then, a few days ago, my lower back exploded. A herniated disc. God, who gets those? Me apparently. Hurts like hell, but I’m on my feet – most of the time.
Needless to say, my WIP is limping along, no pun intended. However, for the first time in days I am able to sit down at the computer, outline a scene, and claw my way back into wordland.
So, what’s the writing holdup at your house these days?