Day 42 was seven days ago. A full week.
I have stepped back from publishing, but not from writing. The universe keeps handing me material, some of it even writing itself.
This past week, for example, I got tired of the same canonization of someone’s idea of a saint over on Facebook (I haven’t finished the purge as of this writing), and decided to push back on a post a former pastor shared.
That turned into a zealot equating me with an assassin, and for the record, I have only ever played one in video games.
On an unrelated note, I finally picked up a walking pad earlier this week, and I’ve somehow managed to drop it on my foot. Twice. Last night’s drop was the worst of the two, and I am forever thankful that we have a healthy stash of ice packs in the freezer.
It’s funny how quickly “not publishing daily” turns into actually writing more. Some drafts might not see the digital light of day, but I’m still able to get the words out to process my thoughts and experience.
I’m sure I’ll unpack a number of things in this space in the coming weeks, if not days, but consider this proof of life in the meantime.