I've slowly reemerged into the land of living, after feeling pretty awful for a couple of days and spending my evenings doing shots of Robitussin Night Time (pretty good stuff, actually: helps you sleep without transporting you into another dimension the way Nyquil often does).
My wife and I traveled this past weekend to an interesting but very cold (I mean: holy cow! have I become a southerner yet or what?) city to visit her brother. He, being a college student, did not exactly run us ragged, so I was able to catch up even more on sleep during our trip.
I went to the doctor for my shoulder late last week. She diagnosed me with a rotator cuff strain, which sounds like bullshit but it's actually a real thing. Major league ball players lose weeks or months to it. At this point there's little pain in my everyday activities (and I can't associate the pain with any particular movements, and don't have a restricted range of motion) but lots of cracking and it's fairly obvious that lifting weights would still be a very bad idea. She referred me to a sports medicine doctor, and I'm going next week.
Meanwhile, I'm getting back into cardio and am going to put together a core workout that doesn't involve my shoulders at all. At this point in my life I'm clearly not training for the Mr. Universe contest, but going too long without working out (at all) just contributes to my general sense of malaise. As I write this, it's been about ten days since I've been to the gym, and - all else aside - that doesn't exactly help my psychological state. Finally, I suspect that my office ergonomics was a contributing factor to my shoulder issue, so I am working on improving that as well.
I shall be creative, and I shall overcome.
The writers conference, and the pitch slam, is this weekend in New York. I've been working on my pitch, though the 90 second maximum certainly makes it challenging. I think it is going to be chaotic, but I am looking forward to it. A couple of bites (=partial or full requests) would be success enough.
I am thinking of reentering the Amazon Breakout Novel Contest this year. Seems like there's nothing to lose, though I may not be quite as emotionally invested this time. The contest starts next week, if any of you are interested.
Then, after I get back from New York, I need to finish up that first draft of my WIP already.
So things are rolling again. I'm not exactly a well-oiled machine all the time over here, but I do my best. And, with all the fish oil I've been taking, I'd hope my joints at least are well-oiled.