Thursday, May 14, 2009

Rebel with an orthotic

Yep, that's me. My long and varied career in retail / public service has provided me with all kinds of things: an aversion to crowds, fodder for my fiction and the biggest heel spur my podiatrist has seen in thirty years of practise. Yeah! We're number one! So I had my feet casted today (not as bad as it sounds, as I am kind of foot fascinated. A little bit of artistic license and it was kind of fun. Ahem). And then I pick up my orthotics in a week or two. What next? Bifocals? Support hose? Christ.

In other news, I am nearing the end of revisions for Nothing Sacred. I'm beginning to fantasize about doing some freefall writing when I'm done. Which is my default mode of creation and something I felt I was doing wrong until I went to a freefall workshop and realized that's what I've always done. Is there another way?

Okay, next project: freefalling on foot casting. I'll tell you, that next book is going to be a doozy.


Diane Girard said...

Wow! That heel spur must have been bothering you for some time. Glad you are attending to it.

Is free fall writing - equal to stream of un consciousness writing?

Jan Markley said...

You could write a haiku about the foot cast!

Take that as a challenge ;-j

Lori Hahnel said...

I think I had had it so long I didn't notice it so much anymore. The heel spur, I mean.

Freefall's like stream of conciousness, yeah. Only you edit later.

Jan: here's my haiku

Pronated, face down
Your sweet hands caress my feet --
It's only the nurse.