Writing, Sort Of

You know, I really shouldn’t be left unsupervised for long periods of time; I get into far too much trouble when left to my own devices.

I had my gallbladder removed on Monday, and managed to convince my surgeon to let me go home that same day.  (I’m a nurse (LPN) and my roommate’s a nurse (RN) so there really wasn’t any valid reason to keep me overnight.  I mean, it wasn’t like I was going to be overdoing things.  All I did was sleep all day and all night, and in the brief moments when I wasn’t sleeping I wasn’t exactly conscious and coherent, but anyhow…)

So, I’ve been home since Monday, conscious since Tuesday.

My roommate was home Tuesday (and I still didn’t feel like doing too much) but she went back to work Wednesday, just in time for me to be feeling well enough to see what kind of trouble I could get into.

About half a lifetime ago, I had a lot of pen pals.  But then life happened and I kind of drifted away from it, although not without regrets, and part of me wishes I could find the addresses of my old pals and write to them again.

But anyhow…

(You all do see where this is going, don’t you?)

I joined a couple pen pal groups on Face Book.

And then I Googled…

Uh-oh.

I’m trying to be good, really I am.

I mean, writing (novels, not letters) is my first priority, but I miss having pen pals.

And letter writing will give me a break from novel writing, and expose me to new ideas and…

See?  Anything can be rationalized and related to writing.

Hey!

I wonder if there’s a group for novel writers looking for pen pals?

*wanders off in search of a cup of tea and the answer to the question*

 

P.S. Me of the illegible handwriting ordered a fountain pen, too.  This should be… interesting.