If you have ever had a serious injury or surgery you can probably relate to how I feel. The pain had been ongoing for many months, getting worse as time went on. I was at my wits end, I was not only in horrible pain but my writer brain was frozen. Oh, I had plenty of thoughts, they just wouldn’t pan out. When ever I got one of those thoughts I sat down to write, a sentence or two, but then it was gone. Gone like the wind, and whatever I had written down made no sense.
I was in trouble, I turned to my quilting. At least I had that. I wanted to get as much done, pain permitting as I could before the surgery. I was told it would be a few weeks before I would be able to do much of anything. The thought of just sitting around all day didn’t sit well with me. What to do?
Meanwhile the creative block was still there, I had words scribbled in note pads everywhere, again none of it made sense. I took up my stitching, it was all I could do. It was easy enough to take some small stitches in an embroidery project I had started weeks earlier. The pain meds were really doing a number on me. Then the day of the surgery came, I went under. Afterwards I was pain free for about 24 hours, it was amazing. When the pain block wore off, I was miserable.
It has now been four weeks and I’m doing well, I have gotten back into quilting, the creativity has come back almost full swing and I have started a new book. I’m so excited about this one I don’t know what comes first, walk the dogs, write or drink coffee.But actually they all go together, walk the dogs and think about the characters, drink coffee and write and then quilt. The thoughts about character and plot come to me while I’m quilting and or drinking coffee. And I can’t help but think about the next scene while walking my dogs. They keep me on my toes always.