You may have noticed another stretch of me not blogging about my writing has occurred. This has been because not much writing has occurred, and this time it isn’t because of the weaving! Honest.
No this time it’s because I’ve managed to aggravate my generally techy shoulder joint. So I’ve been keeping off the keys, the pen and the couch. All of which has meant no writing or editing for about a fortnight. Okay, so I may have filled that time with weaving…
After trying all my usual shoulder placating strategies, I went to the physio, just in case I was blaming the shoulder out of habit. No, the pain in my arm and back was 100% shoulder! The excellent thing about that is I know how to deal with it. And *ahem* it means it wasn’t a texting injury, which I had feared for a while there.
On a side note: My physio thought that was funny – that I was embarrassed about a potential texting injury – and assured me he sees more than a few.
The upside (other than a lot of weaving) from this forced keyboard absence has been that it spurred me to find my longhand version of the PAR (post apocalyptic romance) which I had misplaced. That’s the one I blurt-style wrote about a year ago.
Then I got to read it again. I’m so in love with this story! But it is hands-down the nastiest and darkest world I’ve written.
I should be writing again next week. Just need to hit the shoulder hard with the yoga and other nifty – if painful – things that keep it moving. And I have officially banned myself from writing on the couch. My writing desk is feeling smug about that.