I'm late! I'm late! For a very important date! Actually, I was moping about after my daughter, No-No, left Tuesday night to go back to Israel. The Alex J. Cavanaugh's Insecure Writer's Group took a backseat. Sorry, guys.
If anyone is interested in this encouraging group, click on the icon to the top right of your screen.
Onward then...
So today, I'm feeling discouraged because of my own procrastination. The only real writing I've accomplished has been on my blogs ... And text messages and emails.
A few weeks ago several bloggie-buddies suggested dictating my novel. I did. Three days in a row. After I'd press the button to record, my voice box froze as did my brain. So yeah ...
Had thought about doing NaNoWriMo this year since I'm stuck at home. Haven't even begun. I AM SUCH A SLACKER! I'm soooo not happy with myself right now.
But my broken arm is coming along. I'm believing God to be ready for PT by my November 17th appointment. It's still clicking when I move, but not as much. Everyday I get up, I can feel small changes. Can even bend my elbow up and then straight back down again.
Took some pics of my arm after I slipped it out of the sleeve and cuff. A bruised banana.
Hope everyone is doing well.
Hugs and chocolate,
Shelly
