It was not how I’d planned to celebrate the wrapup of the final edit of my new memoir (that I’d planned to call, I’m Not That Kind of Girl, until I discovered there were already at least four other books by that name, but I digress.
A couple of weeks ago I was in a nasty auto accident, and landed in the hospital for nearly a week. Fractured my T-12 vertabra (but it was a “clean” break, so no surgery, but a nifty back brace is my new best friend).
I look like the Iron Maiden, and have to wear it whenever I’m out of bed, but it’s a heckuva lot better than being paralyzed—or dead. I was extremely lucky. Anyway, my laptop died in the midst of it all and I can’t sit at my desktop computer just yet, hence the neglect of my blogging life…
BTW, got any ideas for a memoir title about a clueless small town girl who goes to the Big, Bad City (this all sounds somehow familiar), and discovers the joys of such varied jobs as sales clerk, deli hostess, model, switchboard operator, chorus girl and Miss San Francisco wannabe?
I may have to post less often until I heal, but I’ll hang in there with a borrowed laptop and try to pass on some useful nuggets about writing, editing, blogging and, oh yes, healing. No photos, please!
The upside? 1. I had excellent care in the hospital, and the nurses were sweet. 2. Soon, I’ll have the time to actually enjoy my garden, instead of just slaving in it. 3. I may also have some time to write once the brain fog clears. Can’t quite focus yet. (The drugs are nice, though.)
P.S.: Here’s a nugget I like (my favorite quote:”Refrain from comparing the aftermath of your divorce to that of Elizabeth Gilbert,” from a Huffington Post article by Victoria Costello), and here’s the link: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/victoria-costello/memoir-writingb_1277035.html