Yesterday I got some writing done for the first time in over a week. 1,700 words in an hour and a quarter. A little off my usual pace, but respectable. The vapor lock in my brain from the new cancer diagnosis is apparently lifting a bit.
This makes me feel so profoundly like myself. Like I’ll keep going, and keep moving. My writer mind is coming back.
I know chemo will steal it from me again, but I will recover after that theft. This is the lesson of the day, that I can still write, and I will.
In other news, and not unrelated, I am beginning the process of planning my logistics and coverage for the forthcoming chemotherapy sessions. Not exactly a relief, but a sense of focus at least. The Wednesday appointment with my surgical oncologist will confirm the plans, or slightly possibly upset them.