I’ve been struggling with writer’s block for the last several months. No matter how hard I try to concentrate, even on a tiny scene, my mind stays blank.

I say blank, but what I mean is…all over the place. I’ll start to type a sentence, when suddenly my brain goes, “Wait! Did you put the sheets in the dryer?” So, I head for the laundry room, see clutter on the kitchen table, and…well, by the time I get back to my desk, I barely remember what I was doing.

*sigh*

So, yesterday I went to my doctor for a double ear infection. The intake nurse was asking the usual questions, and I realized that I had stopped taking one of my medications – SEVERAL months ago.

It just so happens that this medication helps regulate memory, concentration, and about a dozen other things. I had cleaned off my nightstand to paint the bedroom, and I’m guessing the medication had fallen to the back of the drawer. Outta sight, outta mind. No real excuse, but it’s the only one I have 🙂

So, what I’m hoping is that I’ll be back to writing in the next few weeks, once the meds kick in again.

Okay, I just spent the past week two weeks painting our master bedroom and dressing area. For those who don’t know me well, let me explain why it took so long.

Back in 2002, I was diagnosed with degenerative disk disease in my lower back, as well as bipolar depression. Most people would realize that there are just some things that can’t be physically done, but am I one of those?

Hell, no.

I’m forty-five years old, in horrible physical shape, and for some stupid reason, think I can still do things like I did twenty years ago. Newsflash – I can’t. Or, I can, but spend days at a time wondering why I was so stupid.

Anyway, I’d spend a day prepping, priming, or painting, and then the following day or two trying to get over doing the work. Needless to say, what should have been a 2-day job quickly (or slowly) turned into a two-WEEK job.

Yesterday, I finally finished. Cue the ticker-tape parade! The bedroom looks fantastic.

This morning, I woke up with another brilliant idea – paint the sunroom!

Guess I’d better stock up on pain killers…or maybe a well-placed 2×4.

More as it happens.