I managed to lose two months of last year, so finding this Boynton cartoon in my desk calendar was a real wake-up call. It's 2014 already? How can that be? My writing schedule called for me to finish the draft of "Damned Yankee" in November, and my editor and designer were poised and ready to take over, doing their parts to turn the draft into a real, honest-to-goodness book.
Well, most of you know what happened. I took a flying leap in a hotel lobby and ended up in the back of an ambulance with a leg that no longer worked. I gritted my teeth and accepted the 15 days in a hospital bed, followed by learning to use all sorts of "adaptive devices" designed to make doing little things, like putting on my socks a little easier. I agreed to -- and fulfilled -- the four weeks of physical therapy designed to teach me to walk again. I passed my final exam by walking across the gym without assistance. So far, so good!
But nobody warned me that when my pelvis crumbled, and the leg stopped working, my mind would stop at the same time. But that's what it did. From October 31st until today, January 3rd, I did not write a single word. I thought about the story once in a while, but I just couldn't sit down and plug away at it. Talk about writer's block!
So what changed? I'm not sure. Maybe this cartoon worked its magic. At any rate, I managed to crank out 705 words today -- not a very good record for someone who had intended to do the NaNoWriMo challenge of 1667 words a day. But at least I'm back at it. Here's hoping for more and more progress. Feel free to egg me on. I could use a cheering squad to keep me honest.