I don’t even know where to begin. It all started about three weeks ago with a pinched nerve in my shoulder that wouldn’t let me get any restorative sleep. Do you have any idea what three weeks of non-restorative sleep does to you? Unless you’ve lived through it, there’s no way you can even begin to imagine. I was bouncing in and out of depression even as much as several times a day at one point. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t think, I was saying things that were totally out of character for me, my speech filter was only running at about 20%, I was forgetting common words, etc…. The worst was when I was talking to a friend and I couldn’t actually begin a sentence. It just wouldn’t come out of my mouth. It scared me. Part of the problem was that even when the shoulder pain wasn’t stopping me from sleeping, the depression and all the thoughts I had running through my head did. It became an endless, vicious cycle that I just couldn’t seem to break. Fortunately my shoulder is doing better now and the extra sleep has staved off the depression, at least for now, so I’m crossing my fingers that things will finally be better.
During the last three weeks I only wrote like two scenes in chapter 12 of Cindy’s Story. I’m going to try to write the next scene today. Yesterday I got a fair amount of sleep, albeit in 2-3 hour spurts, but at least it was something. I actually feel pretty good this morning, so hopefully I’m finally coming out of this whole thing and I can get back to being my old self again…and get back to work on the book full time instead of in bits and pieces like I have been.
Anyway, that’s it for now. Just wanted to post a little update.
Problems and delays…
I don’t even know where to begin. It all started about three weeks ago with a pinched nerve in my shoulder that wouldn’t let me get any restorative sleep. Do you have any idea what three weeks of non-restorative sleep does to you? Unless you’ve lived through it, there’s no way you can even begin to imagine. I was bouncing in and out of depression even as much as several times a day at one point. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t think, I was saying things that were totally out of character for me, my speech filter was only running at about 20%, I was forgetting common words, etc…. The worst was when I was talking to a friend and I couldn’t actually begin a sentence. It just wouldn’t come out of my mouth. It scared me. Part of the problem was that even when the shoulder pain wasn’t stopping me from sleeping, the depression and all the thoughts I had running through my head did. It became an endless, vicious cycle that I just couldn’t seem to break. Fortunately my shoulder is doing better now and the extra sleep has staved off the depression, at least for now, so I’m crossing my fingers that things will finally be better.
During the last three weeks I only wrote like two scenes in chapter 12 of Cindy’s Story. I’m going to try to write the next scene today. Yesterday I got a fair amount of sleep, albeit in 2-3 hour spurts, but at least it was something. I actually feel pretty good this morning, so hopefully I’m finally coming out of this whole thing and I can get back to being my old self again…and get back to work on the book full time instead of in bits and pieces like I have been.
Anyway, that’s it for now. Just wanted to post a little update.
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