January 26, 2011 2:47 PM
My new right hip is two and a half weeks old. I’ve put my walker away and use a cane and sometimes nothing. The pain is subsiding, the range of motion increases and the ankle swelling diminishes when I lie on the bed with my foot above my head. I feel I am getting closer to beginning to write again. Until now I have been tired, if not groggy. The fog is lifting. Now, or soon, is the time to get back to my writing. My finished novel, “The Last Resort” is sitting on top of my printer, waiting to find an agent. I started last year proposing it to a handful possible agencies and even got back a few positive rejects. Then, life intervened. Yes, that darned life that so often gets in the way of living. I stalled. I flooded the engine and have been waiting to turn the key again. I think it’s time. First I need to check the gas tank...
My choices are two: put energy into selling “The Last Resort” or start a new novel. As my stamina increases, I am beginning to feel confident I can do both. Mostly, I need to start the physical act of writing. I miss it. I miss it like I missed my guitar one end of quarter in college I left it home as to not distract myself from studying. The withdrawal was physical and acute. I needed my guitar to vent, to process, to create. The same goes for writing. Writing is like dreaming--it grows the brain brings order out of the day’s chaos.
I have been using this blog for mostly political reasons. Now i believe I’ll use it for a more holistic venture. Yes, politics are important. Yes, raging against insanity makes me feel good. But so does writing. Just typing these few words makes my hip feel better. It’s time to wind the future!
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