If you’re one of my Facebook followers you know that last weekend I slipped on some ice and broke my ankle. After surgery Wednesday, I’m basically bed ridden for at least a couple of weeks. I’ve tried to do some writing, unfortunately the pain meds are fogging up my brain. I did outline the next three chapters…I know where the story is going. I’m having difficulty filling in the gaps.

One of my friends and fellow writers has given specific instructions….don’t write, just heal. Healing is tough for me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not above easing back and enjoying the rest, especially if it involved a beach. I hate being confined. I hate having the story fuzzy. I’m just grumpy all the way round.

I still try to write about 20 minutes every hour. I time it to my ice packs. Ice and elevate….write. I’ve been assured that in a week or two my pain will be manageable and my brain will clear. In the meantime, I’m keeping off of my feet as much as I can stand. The boys keep chasing me out of the kitchen…The Beard too. It’s frustrating to be so limited. Some of you know exactly what I’m talking about….can’t walk without crutches, can’t do much of anything.

Can’t wait to cruise through some major progress on the story….any of the stories.