Federal holidays+no mail = freelancer hell

*yelp* Okay, that answered the question of if I could flex my toes yet.... (I'm a toe-flexer when I'm thinking. That's part of why I prefer to go barefoot whenever possible)

So. At 36 hours and counting, the toe is still a pretty shade of blue-black-green, but it's 'only' swollen to about twice its normal size. Yay. Nail remains intact, yay. Hurts like a m**********r, oh yeah. Can walk so long as I put weight only on heel and large toe, yay (cane is optional for short distances, required for anything more).

The general consensus is a simple fracture, for painful values of 'simple.' Amusingly enough, the toe actually looks straighter than it did before....

I will now spare you further updates.
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And now since toe and felines conspire to get me up at this ungodly hour of a holiday morning -- to work. Having triumphed over the Case of the Secondary Plot, I now have to wrangle the Mutating Motivations of the Hero's faux-Mentor....

Again, remembering that I had to do this several times for Staying Dead before the universe completely gelled for me is not making this any easier. This is why we write series books -- because getting everything set up right the first time is HARD. /whinge

not for the war but the warrior...

Kaddish for Everyday

Build me up of memory
loving and angry, tender and honest.
Let my loss build me a heart of wisdom,
compassion for the world’s many losses

Each hour is mortal
and each hour is eternal
and each hour is our testament.
May I create worthy memories
all the days of my life.

© Debra Cash

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oh! *pets lizard brain, feeds it a cricket*

oh, I'm going to regret this...

If you saw ME in a police car, what would you think I got arrested for?


Meanwhile, despite the fact that I'm supposed to be All Book, All the Time until this damn thing is Done, a phrase tagged my brain, and I thought "huh. that's a title." I wrote it down.

I wrote the opening line.

I wrote the opening paragraph.

I realized it was actually the penultimate paragraph, and wrote the final line.

Now I have go go figure out the beginning (got it) and middle of the damn story.

Damn it....

(not that I mind the fact that my brain has apparently decided to finally return to work. But must it do so with such... vigor?)