I’ve had just over a week off writing. A week ago last Wednesday night, my sister rang me to say our mother was acting strange. Her movements were uncoordinated and she was confused. She had also fallen over. We got an ambulance out to her and she was admitted to hospital. I packed a bag and headed over to my parent’s house (30 miles away), taking my laptop with me. The plan was to help my sister with my dad who has been in a wheelchair for the last fifteen years, and to do a bit of writing while not doing anything else.
It didn’t work out like that. I somehow lost the will to write. It’s as if a huge mental block had been placed in front of me. Has anyone else ever noticed this?
I’ve been back home since Monday, and today (Friday) is the first day I’ve managed to do any writing.
My mother has been diagnosed with Pneumonia with the added complication of Sepsis. She also has low sodium levels. She’s a lot better than when she went in. They intend to keep her in for at least another three or four days. Hopefully, she’ll continue to recover.
When I had the phone call, the words were flowing well. They just dried up after that, until today.
I’m getting towards the end of my second Novel, and am currently working on the fifth short story for my collection. In a future where everything is global and controlled by a central computer, an unemployed technician tests his revenge against his former employers, with unexpected effects.