Knowing When You're Whipped: Part 1--by Reb MacRath
--At last, I'd exhausted all my excuses! And I'd had some great ones for not returning to the WIP I'd orphaned after a knee replacement last June. Check these out: --The post-surgical pain was extreme and I was stoned on meds for most of the first month. --PT offered worse pain with discouraging results.: my lack of flexion seemed hopeless. At home, when I wasn't force-flexing or icing the knee, I brooded on the strong chance that I'd end up a cripple after FIVE procedures on the same right knee. since 2021. --I could neither stand or sit long enough to write. --Worse, I lost track of the two plot lines meant to fuse in this new book--one rooted in a novel I'd abandoned years ago. And along with losing track I found myself losing my creative nerve as three months, four months, five months passed. But wait. As I wrote in last month's post, I decided the first thing I needed to do was regain my confidence in every way I could. With luck, I could transfer unr...