I haven’t been writing much lately, either here or on my fiction, because of the two items in the title, a bad knee and the discovery of the salutary effects of coloring books. My left knee developed, about a month ago, a twinge that rather rapidly ramped up to the knife-in-the-knee level of pain. After a few weeks of acetaminophen (generic Tylenol), I caved and went to a physical therapist. Of course, the morning of my appointment, I awoke pain free. It was symptomatic by the time I arrived, but not nearly as bad as it had been. He evaluated me and found definite irritation in both the meniscus and the medial ligament, which runs up the inside of the knee. Stretching and icing are the prescriptions for the first week. Only time will tell if the knee healed at the threat of PT.
The coloring books are a self-inflicted injury. I got a marketing email from Amazon with the picture of an adult coloring book in it. It was not a flowery one, but rather one of animals, and much to my liking. I ordered it, and awaited with bated breath. Imagine my surprise when I received two copies. I had apparently ordered it in April but not completed the sale and so it was already in my basket. I gave the second copy to a friend, and marched over to the artist supply store on the second floor of the building housing my writers workshop.
The proprietor, a charming woman, sold me some very good colored pencils in a nice packet of 12 different colors. They weren’t enough, and Staples had a pre-school sale on Crayola pencils, so I went and bought 24 of them for $3.00. I thought I was set, but the Crayola colors duplicated several of those I already had, and I was disappointed in the number of colors I had. A friend then bought me a 50 pencil collection, and I discovered––Horror!–– there is a difference between good and mediocre pencils. Sigh.
I have been coloring like crazy for a few weeks now, hoping to spur my creativity on. It sounds like a wheezy engine, my creativity, about now, but with drawing up a storm, I feel as if I’ve made enough progress to be productive at the writing retreat I’m going to on Saturday. Here’s hoping, because I made a rather silly commitment.
I’ve signed up for NaNoWriMo this year, and may disappear for the month of November as I try to get 50,000 words down on paper. If you don’t hear from me, don’t start worrying until the first week of December. I should be coming up for air about then.