Oy, so it’s been a week now I’ve been out of hospital for emergency abdominal surgery, and I was in the place for a week for the surgery.
I’ll say this: it ain’t fun!
Thing is folk’ll tell you this shit hurts; what they don’t tell you is that it will hurt through narcotics (then again, I’m not good with pain killers … for all I know, the narcotics work on people who aren’t me). They also never mention, and no one ever really thinks about it, but, good luck getting any sleep in a hospital. Seriously, every few hours someone’s got to come take your vitals, or give you a shot of one thing or another, or inject something into your IV line … my first day home I took a two or three hour nap, it was heaven.
Suffice to say, though, given that I’m pretty sure my brain isn’t quite on right between distracting pain and neurone scrambling pain killers there will not be any writing or editing getting done by me right now.
“Oh no! A writer must write every day no excuses“, bah, fuck off with that crap. I write when I feel like it. Shit, even a job that’s “earn €100k/day for getting utterly pampered by 75 Playboy bunnies” is a job I’d want the occasional break from – sometimes you just want to sit somewhere quiet and read a book, go for a walk in the woods, or – in my current condition – just to hold still and not brain for a spell.
I can’t get fired from writing; I wrote in the first place because I wanted to, if ever I don’t want to I won’t write. It’s that simple. If it’ll take something so tiny as not writing for a few weeks of hospitalisation and recovery to make me decide to stop writing … just trust me, ‘taint that easy.
I’ve actually finished a few short stories and vignettes. I need to get them typed and edited sooner or later, and then decide how I’m going to publish them. So look out for that in the nearish future.