Recovering from arm surgery. Glad to have had it done, but that darned anesthesia always makes me sick as a dog. Can barely type this post. I'll be in a splint for the next two weeks, so writing may not happen quickly (if it happens at all). I'd like to avoid having to dictate to Courtney, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I'm fifteen pages into the new novel, and another short forming in my head.
This is going to be a long, awkward two weeks.
Selling a few machines to get a Remington Porto-Rite, so if anyone out there knows where I might find one, let me know!