Over the past two or so weeks, I’ve managed to keep a constant trickle of ibuprofen in my body. I strained my achilles tendon. I pulled an abdominal muscle (to be fair, it’s a bit of a loose canon from a surgery six years ago). This morning I mangled my left shoulder blade area. That last one is a particular breed of bitch. Seems like after every injury subsides I clap my hands together and say, right- tomorrow is the post-injury restart of my yoga routine. Then WHAMMO! I get out of bed, innocently stretch my rested limbs and CRUNCH! Something else has blown out. I’m beginning to question the accuracy of my birth certificate.
That said, the rest of me is pretty healthy/happy. My brain, though distractible this week, is hanging in there. Mood? Pretty good. I’m not even on the good painkillers.
Been working on a new writing method- one designed to get a first draft out lickity-split. I picked one of the five novels I’ve got in progress (sounds impressive, but I assure you it’s not), and am trying to stay focussed enough to get through the strict schedule. I’m following a how-to book regime (of which I’ll try to review properly here) and what drew me to it is that the author of this rapid-fire draft creation seems to have ADD. Whether or not she does, or does and doesn’t know it, the book was speaking to me. I read the first chapter and a bit before buying and it clicked. We’ll see how it goes. I’m on day two of the process and want to wait a bit before I judge the method.
In other news, we’re seeing Batman tonight. I expect to like it. I’m trying to not get too enthusiastic about it because the last film I saw was a bit of a let-down (despite my status as a big ‘former fan clubber’ nerd for the series).
Time to pop a couple more pills. And get back to the novel.