Six Weeks Later: The Life That Kept Moving While I Was Trying to Catch Up
It has been six weeks since my pinky arthrodesis. Six weeks. And somehow it feels like forever since I last sat down to write. That probably sounds ridiculous considering how much writing has occupied my life this year. I've written more than I ever imagined I would. I've spent countless hours thinking about books, manuscripts, publishing, faith , history and all the strange things that happen inside my head when the world finally becomes quiet. Yet sitting here today feels unfamiliar. I have missed this. I have missed opening a blank page without knowing exactly where the words are going. I have missed the freedom of writing something that doesn't need to become a book, doesn't need to be formatted, doesn't need a cover, doesn't need another technical decision. Something that can simply exist because I needed to write it. To be truthful, the past six weeks have been a whirlwind. My body has been recover...