Can We Talk 2

Asundry Things

         On an up-note, I am healing from a work injury in which I ran into a steel cart and whacked my shin. After nearly two weeks, the swelling has gone down except for the knot where the blow actually happened. It's no longer hot to the touch which means the antibiotics are kicking out the infection, even if slowly. I'm still limping, and dragging up the stairs, but the constant pain is not as intense. I'm down from 9 to about a 4, occasionally a stabbing 6. Numbers on the scale seem to the way to go with all doctors, clinics, and hospitals these days.

         I said I wouldn't do NaNoWriMo this year--too much going on. Then nearly at the deadline to start, I had an inspiration while reading a book. It got me excited and kept building in ideas. So I am doing it after all. Actually, I like October Prep because it's such a challenge and gets your brain fired up. On Day 3, I really got fired up and enjoyed the assignment. It wasn't just work. I may be able to relate to this one better than anything I've done so far.

         Then it got me thinking. Don't we put a little of ourselves into everything we write? Aren't all our fictional characters, even animals, just parts of ourselves? That's a little scary when you think about books you're read by Stephen King, John Grisham, or even Fannie Flagg. Are there really that many people in our heads, evil and good? Is that whey we're writers? To let all the wild characters in our heads and hearts come out to play? Andrew Greely, in The God Game, intimated that we create the characters, then they take over and write their own stories.

         I can see that I'm going to let some other things slide. Time is so limiting and there is so much to do. Chores await me.