I don't think I'm quite all the way back to normal yet. Well, for one thing I've still got chipmunk cheeks. I can get my mouth most of the way open now, though. I even ate some food I had to sort of chew today.
And I did some writing. A bit over a thousand words.
It's funny how I did it. I just wrote it because I had to. I didn't spend a whole lot of time angsting over it or anything. Poked through the outline and some files and wrote until I had enough written. I'll do another, mm, 3700 words next week and I'll be done for the month. Last week of October I'll probably spend working on the outline. I need to fix some problems with it. Figure out just where I'm going, and how to get there.
Sometimes, I really do wonder what I'm thinking. It's hard to imagine anyone paying me for this. There's so much good writing out there, available for free. Not just on the web, but even at the local library. What does the world need one more storyteller for? It's not as though I have anything new to say, or like I even know what I'm talking about.
And yet, people do read what I write. And enjoy it. Amazing.
I guess that has to be enough.
I should write something else for Unfinished Tales. It's more fun than Prophecy.
I think I've taken all my medicines for today. Took one more pain pill to help get me through the night. I wish the swelling in my face would go down already. My mouth hurts.
Should be falling asleep soon. G'night, everyone.