Two weeks ago, I chipped the end of the femur where it enters my ankle (4-6 months recovery), my dog split her nail (so it had to be cut back even with the end of the toe) and my daughter’s 10-year relationship ended. (she is far away so I cannot hug her) but I kept on writing.
This week I had to cancel two lunches, one supper, a dental appointment and a hair appointment. My husband and I have RSV (respiratory ~something, something~ virus). Mine started with razor blades in my throat and hasn’t really changed. Larry is getting progressively sicker. He usually gets hit harder than me. I think it is because his metabolism is higher. (The price you pay to stay skinny.) But I am still writing every morning.
Then, last night, my two young dogs got into a scuffle with a porcupine (they lost). Larry has been nursing a shoulder injury for months (from when he tripped over the old dog) and in our flurry to get the pups back to the house, into the truck and to the vet, he reinjured his shoulder and I messed up my foot (again). Daisy had 35 quills and Eddy had 20. They are both doing fine. And this morning, I still showed up for my writing.
For long time I wrote alone. I would get up in the morning, have coffee and then sit at my desk and write for an hour. I liked it, it worked for me; but the events of the last couple of weeks would have knocked me off my schedule and I would have spent at least a month getting back on track.
A couple of years ago, I tried STADM, then I joined SuperStars. (one of the best things I ever did for my writing) As luck would have it, they had a regularly scheduled writing sprint at the exact time I like to write. I try to host on Tuesdays.
So, this morning (Tuesday), when I woke up and my foot was throbbing and the dogs were whining and my husband moaned and coughed on the couch I sipped my first coffee, played a game on my phone, fed the dogs, and refilled my cup. Then I limped up to my writing desk (12 stairs) and wrote for an hour with the other SuperStars. It was my turn to host and even though I didn’t “want to” I DID want to do it. (if you know what I mean) I knew people would show up “in the squares” and I would be inspired.
So once you have sufficiently felt sorry for me, (that is really what I was going for) remember:
Never, Never Give Up on Your Writing
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