I just took a look at my x-rays
I have a matched set of spurs in my heels.
And zero ideas about what might be wrong with my wrist.
This is why we still need experts.
My humblest of apologies…
Today’s story may well be my last.
Not for lack of prompts. I have lots of prompts.
Not for lack of sales. I would do this even if my own mother never purchased a story.
It’s nothing you did or omitted. I promise.
It’s this fucking wrist. I did some damage to myself [NEVER SLEEP WITH ELASTIC ‘SOCK’ BRACER/BANDAGES ON, KIDDIES!] and I need to take a break from writing.
If you need me, I shall be going quietly insane because writing fucking hurts and I can’t not write.
You can help by paying money for my books. Yay.
O… someone give me some good fucking news, today. I need it.
?
My right wrist is starting to ache, and I need it to do my day job.
I need my day job.
I still need to get X-rayed and ultra-sounded to find out what, exactly, has gone wrong this time. But I also need to minimise the driving I do.
Fun times.