The friend you didn’t know you needed
I made it past 10,000 words this week (with plenty of words to spare.
My ankle is (almost) healed. I think. I don’t want to jinx it or anything.
But I’ve been taking long walks in the morning and making new friends!
Someone has painted little bug rock friends and left them scattered about along the walking trails around here.
Someone (perhaps the same someone, perhaps not) moves them about from time to time, so you have to search out your friends to find their new homes. It’s an exercise that never fails to make me smile.
I don’t know who’s doing this, but they’re clearly performing a public service here.
Sunrise on my walk
Even more walking this week. I’m surprised and pleased with how quickly my ankle is healing.
I get around pretty well as long as I have shoes on and the surface is relatively even. I’m grateful for that because I really love walking and working out, and I don’t feel quite right when I can’t do either.
And even more writing this week. Not so much during the week, but I got some words in over the long weekend. I’m in spitting distance of 10,000 words on the first episode of Coffee and Ghosts, Season Four, tentatively titled The Ghosts You Left Behind.
Perhaps the very best part of all of this? I’m having so much fun with the story.
View from my morning walk
Yes, I am walking! My ankle still hurts, although it doesn’t actually hurt when I walk (which sounds weird, but it’s true).
And … I’m writing, too. Not as much as I want to during the week, but I got some words in this weekend. I’m having fun with the story, and new notions for what happens next keep popping up. It feels good to be back at it.
Plus, I signed a contract this week for my story Simon the Cold.
The Centropic Oracle will produce the story in audio. I have two other stories with them: Keeping Time and Straying from the Path.
I love audio, and I’m looking forward to hearing what they do with this story.
A little more progress this week on Coffee and Ghosts, not to mention this rainbow out the back deck this morning.
My ankle is so much better, too, surprisingly so. I’m hobbling around the house and garden reasonably well. Our eggplants and cucumbers are flowering, and we have tiny peppers and tomatoes.
Right now, I’m looking at ways I can get more writing done during the week. Oddly, working from home doesn’t translate into more time for writing.
When I went into the office, I wrote during my lunch hour, away from my desk. That was my mental trigger for: now it’s time to write.
I don’t have anything like that these days, and it shows.
This week’s goal: figure out a new writing trigger/ritual.
So, just when you think it’s safe to step outside and maybe walk the dogs … you take a tumble and end up hurting your ankle.
When the doctor first saw it, she gave me a 50/50 chance of it being broken. Fortunately, it’s not. Just a bad sprain.
My urgent care experience was excellent. Yes, there were the COVID precautions, which I appreciate, but it didn’t take too long, and everyone was so nice (and apologizing for the wait–truly, it was fine).
My ankle is still swollen and has entered that truly ugly phase of all the bruising coming to the surface in all its purple and greenish glory.
So what to do when life gives you lemons? Make lemonade, or in my case, some Kona blend.
I opened the outline to season four of Coffee and Ghosts, made a few notes, and then this morning, wrote the first scene.
So that? That was good. I’ll take it and hope to post more progress next week.