Sorry there have been so few postings here over the last couple of days… somehow I managed to throw out my back and am hobbling around like a guy who’s testicles have been crushed in a vice. Feels kind of like that, too. Strange thing is, I have no idea how I hurt myself. A visit to the chiropractor today hasn’t improved my condition. And I’m still in physical therapy three mornings a week for my arm… and wearing a new splint/torture device that basically makes it impossible for me to type with my right arm for three hours each day.
In the midst of all this, I’m also working hard to finish my sixth Diagnosis Murder novel to meet a March deadline…knowing that, between now and then, I’m attending/speaking at the San Francisco Writers Conference and Left Coast Crime in El Paso.
Maybe that’s what hurt my back… sitting at my desk writing.
Who knew writing could be so strenuous?