I did something Sunday to wrack up my back. I don't know what. Today, the worst of it seemed over, except now all the muscles that were protecting the injury have stiffened up on me. Yesterday I was walking like Groucho Marx in a cast. Tonight I'm walking like John Wayne with ill-fitting underpants.
So I am going to rest, watch Castle, maybe soak my back, and maybe hand write some of the transitions that need work in the next section. If I get those thought out, then tomorrow should go well, even though it's another long day at work.
Daring to live life as a full time writer, with or without success.
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