Wouldn't ya know it?

I didn't make it to the GED classes. Life and health cancelled that out for this time. I guess just like eveything else, when the time is right the stars will all align, the lungs will function, the back-pain will be at a minimum, and I will stop writing in hugely blathering non-stop run-on sentences.

But for life to throw a curve ball is nothing new. The same thing happened when I was trying to quit drinking. I knew what I was doing was destroying me, but everything has to be right for it to work. And for me, writing falls in to the same thing. I can sit down and put words down a few at a time, while my back allows- maybe fifteen here, then thirty more twenty minutes later. That's why it's so hard for me to have a really good set time to write and routine to follow. This post alone has taken me more than fifteen minutes to type. But for some reason, I write well when I've been up for about twenty-four hours. Maybe it's because I loosen up, and stop worrying about making it perfect. At least with the first and second drafts, perfection isn't forefront in my mind. Just getting the idea and basic story line out is the important thing.

But for right now the important thing is getting the sinus operation that should help my lungs get better. That part won't help my back, but one thing at a time.