Some days are better than others. Today is one of those ‘other’ days. I’ve taken a bit of a kicking, health wise of late and it’s having an effect on my writing. Sometimes I can manage it, other times not so much. Yesterday I struggled, but was victorious in my endeavour. Today, I’m not so sure.
In trying to spur myself on, I counted up about 6,500 words have been written from my one sentence exercise so far. Granted, these words may not form a cohesive narrative, but it proves I can do it. That is a huge bounding leap across that chasm I often found myself staring into the abyss of, wondering if I would make it or not. Well, I can and I have.
I may face new sturggles though, as I try and drag my weakened body across the plains of writerdom. It’s a short term set back, and I’m aware that when it happens I need to shift my focus for a little while. But, it doesn’t mean having to stop all together. If anything it’s an opportunity to prove that illness can’t get the better of me, and even if I do have to while away the days on the sofa, or in bed, feeling like I’ve been steamrollered, I can still withdraw to my imagination and work on building up storylines and characters and little scenes to record later on, when my fingers unfurl from their bear-like clinch.