Angel: How's the writing coming?
Me: It's not.
Angel: You giving up?
Wah, wah, wah....
you can almost hear the trumpet of defeat.
There are lots of reasons: my increasing arm/shoulder pain, how lousy I'm sleeping, depression, inability to concentrate.
In short, my "new" body can't keep up with my old ambitions.
I am, however, taking lots of naps, finding lots of great gluten free Thanksgiving recipes, and finishing an exciting book about Candida.
Hope your pencils aren't mocking you.
Altered Today: Dent in the La-Z-Boy