I just returned home from an overnight stay in the hospital after having a pacemaker implanted in my body. I am now a bionic writer. I wonder if that will help.
My heart, which for eons has pumped along at a steady 60 beats per minute, decided to take its foot off the pedal and operate in the low--and inadequate--40s. I learned that people as young as five years old have been implanted with pacemakers, so I'm hardly unique. But it is disconcerting to have that most reliable of organs sneakily become less so. Technology, however, has provided what seems to be a good answer.
No post today because it's a little disorienting to be faced with "going under the knife," even for a low-risk, standard operating procedure (pun intended). Makes you think about things. What happens to your partner if it doesn't turn out all right? All the business stuff you have going? The blog?
I entered the procedure with a belief that it would be all right. Luckily, I wasn't a character in a novel subject to the whims of an author itching to make things go wrong. Still. Anxiety rode along with me. And then left to be replaced with happiness when I woke up alive this morning.
I'll be doing a post Monday on a helpful article I found about creating an "adversarial ally" to increase the tension in a story. This comes along at a very helpful time as I'm dipping a toe into writing my next novel, and this is an insight that I think will be mighty useful.
On Wednesday there will be a flogging--another smart writer has sent a first chapter for a critique. With luck, another writer will open themselves up to a fresh look and the insightful comments that you guys provide.
So I'm looking forward to next week.
And glad that I'm a position to make it next week, not this week.