This lovely picture is a birthday gift from Daisy Danger. It is original clown art from an incarcerated artist. She knows me so well. You can see more of his work here
My wife’s leg is still broken. Eight weeks after they put screws in her leg to keep the bones together, the bones are almost healed. Almost. Right now she is doing physical therapy and watching anything she can find on Netflix.
Three months of a broken leg has done weird things to my mind. At this point she is walking with the help of crutches and I swear, watching her put one foot in front of the other blew my mind. It is like I have never seen her walk before. I caught her standing up on her own and it was like seeing Bigfoot. My brain just couldn’t process it.
My writing has entered a weird phase of “It’s a story, right? Good enough!” I have been able to post a story a week but I am deeply unhappy with the quality of my work. I know a big part of it is that 80% of my brain is devoted to solving the next broken leg logistic problem but I am still disappointed with myself. I want to amaze myself with my writing but all I have felt is indifference lately. On the other hand, it is a freaking miracle I have managed to write anything so there is that.