Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Friday, March 19, 2010

I, Pain

God damn I'm sore.

I'm a reknown comfort junkie. When I'm off of work all I truly want to do is change into some basketball shorts and veg in front of the TV with a show or videogames. This is not a good thing.

My ambition meter is on the fritz again and the only way to fix it is to actually leave the house.

My wife had been wanting to go ice skating forever. I grew up on the East Coast and despised that that activity but my wife is beautiful even more so when she pouts.

After turning her down ten times I finally said yes.

Guess what? I had a blast.

I was zooming around darting in and out of the crowd and lapping my wife like crazy.

I was enjoying myself so much that I got cocky. And so now you know what happens...

I hit a bad patch of ice and caught both toepicks in sending my body into superman flight mode. Both my arms were extended in front of me and I was airbourne for about five feet.

I crashed hard but since my legs and arms were outstretched the only thing to break my fall was my ribcage.

I knew drinking all that beer would help out. I would have shatter my ribs but my beer gut saved me again.

Severe Rib Contusion is the result. Doesn't sound that bad really, except it's the most exquisite pain I've ever been in. I've been doped up on prescription strength Ibproufen and Vicodin and still I have a hard time breathing deeply, bending over, and walking.

My poor wife has been constantly taking care of me. She truly is an angel because I'm being the biggest baby I know.

This would be the worse thing to happen this week then my brother had to one up me...

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Words per Day

The First March Post!!!

I really don't know how some people do it. Everyday they pop up with content. I can barely write on my projects everyday let alone post in this thing.

Twitter, even that becomes a burden.

They way that writers write and the only way to be successful is to constantly be churning a personal NaNoWriMo that brings forth word count. Every day.

That's just crazy.

So much has happened in my personal life in March that it takes time to process and perhaps I'm such a writer that doesn't experience things with the instant thought of "this will be great to blog about."

Ususally I have a hard time deciding what to write about, stories that is, but recently I've begun work on no less then five different stories at the same time. One of which, if it doesn't start behaving is turning into a novella.

I suddenly find myself with too much to write and not enough time to do it, which for me is usually the opposite of norm.

Is this a problem with anybody else?