Pain in All the Wrong Places

I'm not exactly sure what I did, but my tailbone hurts something awful. Not exactly something you want to talk about! I guess sitting in a chair and writing all day isn't that good for you. Yes, it's my full-time job and I earn a paycheck from it, but it's not very easy on the body. I hope someday to make my fiction writing a full-time job, but that's sometime in the future.

I'm judging a writing contest and it's a great exercise in the writing craft. It's much easier to critique someone else's work rather than your own. As authors, it is terribly difficult to let someone else take a look at our work, even after we've become seasoned veterans. Since I work at a publishing company, I can tell that some of our authors are very leery of others criticizing their work, even if it is to improve the grammar. But writing is often a gut-wrenching ordeal.

I also worked on Robert's plot more last evening. Oh, Robert. Isn't it strange how a character can be so strong that he stays with you throughout the years? Robert has been with me through the numerous changes of my life - college, jobs, dating, marriage, children...he obviously has a very good story to tell. I hope to tell it just right.

I worry about how I will feel when I wake up tomorrow morning. Sore muscles only grow worse when they do not move for hours on end. I did exercise last night, but tonight I had no desire to do anything more than lounge on the couch after work. But sometimes, that is exactly what is needed.