My efforts on a current short story project have been somewhat curtailed due to a blown out back. I can't find a comfortable place to sit and type and for some reason the brain fails to engage when I try to use the laptop in bed. It may have something to do with the la-la pills I'm taking.
I'm getting in about a half hour a day at the old typing monster before I have to call it quits, but I'm getting a few words out. Nothing like my normal output.
It does give me an opportunity to watch daytime TV. It really is as bad as everyone says it is. Amazing trash they pump into our brains.
I'm getting a little better each day though. Maybe by next week I will have the first draft finished.
Gotta' go, I'm hurting.