Happy Boxing Day, From the World’s Laziest Blogger!

You might think I fell off a cliff or perished in some kind of freak child’s-toy-underfoot accident, but alas. No. I live. I don’t blog, but I live.

Christmas just kind of walloped me this year. Well, hold on. To be fair, it’s not all Christmas’s fault. It’s December’s fault. Between Wes’s surgery, our anniversary, Christmas, a second MRI (what? That’s right! Another MRI! Just one more until I get a free pair of scrubs to take home!), and some disappointing medical news, I’ve spent my free time trying to keep my head from exploding, rather than typing about trying to keep my head from exploding.

December is winding down, though, and I have faith things will slow back down to a manageable pace here for a little while. That is, until summer hits and suddenly I’m pitching my book at conferences and such and (hopefully) landing a fancy book agent.

As for the disappointing medical news, it’s nothing too exciting. My pesky knee is being pesky. I apparently have the most friable meniscus in the world. It’ll tear on a whim, even if I’m doing something as banal and tame as carrying a basket of laundry up the stairs. I know, I’m such a daredevil!

The bummer of it is, it’s not advisable to remove the meniscus that tore if it can possibly be prevented. It’s in a problematic place that will hopefully just leave me alone so long as I don’t do anything crazy like pivoting, changing directions quickly, dancing, wearing high heeled shoes, etc.

That’s right, you read that correctly: I’m a 28 year old woman who can never wear high heeled shoes again.

I’m 5′ 10″, mind you, so this isn’t exactly a death sentence. It is, however, a major bummer for lo, I do love to get all fancied up for dates sometimes. Oh, well. I’ll live. Not very nimbly, I suppose, but I’ll live.

Now I suppose I should stop feeling sorry for myself and get back to planning out what I’m going to say at the realistic fiction workshop I’m leading soon for a local youth writing club. I should probably make a point to not say the word “meniscus” a single time during that workshop. I think that’d be a GREAT start.

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