…Ordinarily I can write through anything. Anything. OTOH—something’s different today. My eyes are still bothering me. Up until yesterday I could write past that. But right now it’s like I keep putting thoughts into the basket and while I’m putting one in, all the others are falling out.
I have a feeling it’s one of the two meds–either the stuff to keep the eyes dilated—or the Prednisone derivative…that I’m supposed to be on all next week, and through next weekend. This is going to be a living hell. No kidding. A writer in mid scene who can’t write is not a happy creature.