04/03/2025
Six months.
Six months ago today, a surgeon pieced together my shattered right humerus with a plate and screws. I’ve got an 11” scar from shoulder to elbow, the span needed to connect solid bones together. No doubt, this has been the physical low point in my life, but today I’ve got nothing but gratitude. 🙌
I’ve started throwing a rubber ball about the size and weight of a softball at occupational therapy. My aim is $ #%& most of the time, but it feels soooo good. I’ve moved past muscle memory into the overthinking stage, but that’s okay: I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t overthink. I couldn’t get to sleep one night because I couldn’t stop throwing that ball in my head. 😂
I was a third of the way through the second draft of my first novel when I fell. Now I’m on my fourth draft, have received feedback from beta readers, and continue to edit and polish each day. I’m three lessons away from completing a thirty lesson online writing class, and when I finish it and my fourth draft, I’ll hire an editor for a manuscript assessment.
I’ve booked pitch slots at the Atlanta Writers Conference in May, I’m submitting my first thirty pages and book synopsis in a contest at another conference, and I entered a short story in another competition.
Life is hard sometimes, but God is good. I’m so grateful for progress. 😍