I threw out my back this morning while putting on my bra, which should give you an indication of the out of shape fat sloth I have become. I’m currently on my second muscle relaxer and writing a client’s media kit. It should be awesome.
The good news is I am inching my way out of my writer’s block. I have some ideas I want to flesh out on paper, and when I am done with this latest bunch of clients, I will do just that. It feels good to want to write. I haven’t had the urge in over a month. I hope to finish the last few jobs I have outstanding before the urge leaves me!
I am also moderately obsessed with The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follet. I know it’s not a new book, but I’m rarely the first one to show up at a party. Anyway, I am staying up late, reading when I shouldn’t be, and taking it everywhere with me in hopes of catching a few minutes to read. I love it when I am breathless over a book, and I am happiest when fiction consumes my reality. I’ve missed the smell of ink. It feels good to have it back.
And last but never least, Kara tagged me to write a 6 word memoir. It didn’t take me long.
I refuse to let fear win.