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Diary of Being a Writer; Week 112
A good week but with a wobbly moment or two.
Yesterday I finally posted my diary again.
I also finished a long version of the article that is due tomorrow, and I am back at my desk this morning.
I will be homeschooling today(and all week), so I may not get much done. Still, I am at least recreating and rebuilding my writing routine to some degree by getting up early again and sitting down at my desk and opening my diary.
I am thinking that the best way to use the fragments of time I have between teaching the kids, I should use to catch up on my course work.
Yesterday morning I had a cry. Was it because I had hadn’t taken any strong painkillers for 24 hours(I had run out)? Or because I realised that even though I get the physio booties off in two weeks, I won’t be completely recovered? Or the fact the I still have another two weeks of sleeping(and waking)(and walking) in the physio boots?
Or maybe it was the overwhelming existential dread about the state of the world right now and my feelings of impotence around the injustices of the wealth divide causing harm to our poorest fellow humans, especially during a pandemic.
This morning I didn’t cry. I’ll take this as a good sign. I don’t cry in the morning…
