May 01

Today we entered the third calendar month of quarantine. It’s crazy, mad, bonkers, isn’t it?

Who would have thought, if I had told you even only two months ago, that most of the world would be under a form of house arrest. It came from nowhere, and I wonder what societal changes, both medium and long term, will come about because of this.

Financially, this has been a disaster for me. I had to cancel my writing classes, which were just about to start. With many people now also suffering economically, it may well hit sign-ups when we reconvene in September. I’m guessing the chances of doing a summer session are also scuppered.

But everyone is suffering, and there is no point moaning about it. At least I got to spend time with my daughter, who was here visiting when the stay-at-home kicked in, so she was able to go to school online for five-and-a-half weeks. Also, so far I’ve managed to write 100,000 words of my third book.

We still have much to be thankful for. Stay safe and healthy everyone.

Apr 01

Well, that came out of nowhere, right? What happened?

One minute we were all getting on with our lives, the next minute we are quarantined in our homes. Overnight the world changed.

The one good thing about this, and I realise tens of thousands of deaths across the planet put this statement into perspective, is the extra time we all now have on our hands. I’m hoping people take advantage of it.

I’ve been teaching writing for years, and I’ve had a lot of talented writers come through my classes. Then they don’t finish their stories / novels / memoirs, whatever it is, and often the reason they give is a lack of time.

Now that’s not an excuse for anyone. We all have time. Lots and lots of time.

I’m hoping that people use the time to write, not to watch reruns of football games from the seventies, or spending their time on youtube.

Everyone who has a story to tell: write. We will never have a chance like this again. Stay safe y’all, S.

Mar 04

Tomorrow is eight weeks since I had the operation. The end is in sight. Or at least, as Winston Churchill said, “The end of the beginning…”

I can now walk which is great after seven weeks on crutches. I’m still wearing a boot, but at least I can put weight on my leg again. I have another appointment next week, I’m guessing the next stage is to get out of the boot. Then once I can walk about (somewhat) normally, I suppose the milestone after that will be to be able to drive again.

One day at a time, or more accurately one step at a time I suppose. The surgeon seems pleased with my progress, but there’s of course no way you can hurry anything. After devoting so much time to getting healed, it would be stupid to try to rush things for the sake of a week or two. I’ve been around football / soccer long enough to know that rushing back too early is often a disaster.

Fingers crossed that this time next month, I’ll be back on my feet completely, Both literally and metaphorically. I’ll let you know.

Feb 02

I had an operation last month. I wouldn’t recommend it.

Back in October I was playing football / soccer when I got a kick on the leg. To be fair, I’m not sure it was a kick now. I had ruptured my Achilles, although I didn’t know that at the time, but it seems with nearly every Achilles injury, the injured player is convinced he had been hit or kicked. That’s how it feels, when most of the time it just goes.

The referee gave a free-kick (from which we scored incidentally), but I do remember some of the players – even on my own team! – thinking I had dived. So maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t, makes no difference really.

I hobbled around for a couple of months, finally caved and went to a doctor. He told me I needed surgery if I ever wanted to jog and / or play again.

So on January 9 I had the op. They slice open the back of your leg and tie the severed Achilles back together. I was in plaster for two-and-a-half weeks, now I’m in a boot. I can’t put any weight on it for two months, and can’t drive for three months. Fun, eh?

I’ll let you know how I’m getting along in a month. Being 50 is terrible…

Jan 02

It’s the start of a new month, a new year, a new decade. It sort of passed me by that it was the start of the twenties, to be honest.

I guess I’ve been busy recently – a familiar refrain I know – and the 10-year milestone wasn’t really in the forefront of my mind. When you think about it, you only live in what? Seven, eight, nine different decades in your life?

But I haven’t thought about how things have changed in 10 years. Actually, I kind of am now for the first time while writing this.

I’m guessing most of us have a similar tale to tell. We are all getting older, we have probably all lost someone, we have had circumstances change in both our work and personal lives. Some things have changed for the better, some for the worse.

Personally, My daughter was only two a decade ago. Now she is on the cusp of being a teenager. It’s a big change. I was married 10 years ago, now I’m with someone else.

Back then I was a stay-at-home dad who earned some money here and there, now I’m a writer who earns some money here and there. I owned a house in New Orleans, now I own a different house in New Orleans. Back then I was 40, now I’m 50. I believe that’s how time works.

So yeah, the more things change, the more… etc, right? Here’s to the next 10 years.

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