Sometimes Life Beats Out Fiction

Sometimes life hits harder than anything you could ever write.

This week… I’ve been through it.

I had so much writing work lined up—plans, edits, progress waiting to happen—but instead, I pushed myself too far physically and ended up in a wheelchair for the last four days. And the worst part? The work didn’t stop just because I had to.

It’s all still there. Waiting. Staring at me.

Add the flu on top of that, and everything just… stalled. Not just physically, but mentally too. The kind of exhaustion that doesn’t just make you tired—it makes even the thought of doing what you love feel heavy. Almost depressing.

And that’s the part people don’t really talk about.

When you can’t do what you need to do, it starts to bleed into the things you want to do. The passion gets buried under pressure. The creativity gets tangled up in frustration. And suddenly, something that once felt like an escape starts to feel like a weight.

I’m trying to pull myself out of that now.

The flu is finally easing—just a low fever and low energy lingering. My feet are starting to improve, and I should be out of this chair in a couple of days. Slowly, things are shifting back.

And as for my heart and spirit… I’m working on that too. In quiet ways. In small steps. However I can.

Because I do love this. I love the work. And I’m not done.

Not even close.

So, if you’ve ever found yourself stuck—physically, mentally, emotionally—just know you’re not alone in that space. Sometimes the only way forward is slow, messy, and imperfect.

And that still counts.

Wish me luck getting back into the flow. And if you need a hand too, don’t hesitate to reach out.

As always… stay sassy.