Whew! Finally I am back to work, well the writing part of my life at least! I am still, for the most part, typing one handed but progess is being made, both with the injury and my work.

I have always heard people sighing about going to work, even when they love their jobs.  I too have participated in the occassional grumbling (especially Monday mornings) of getting back into the swing of things, even when I was working with horses, which I loved every minute of. It seems that no matter what we do or how much we love it, when we think of it as work, it is, well, work.

This brief time period though, in which I haven't been able to really work on my current writing projects, which include a new novel, a series of children's books, and a biography, as well as marketing my currently published novels, has proven to be quite a challenge.  I found myself truly yearning to return to my writing, the ideas buzzing impatiently in my mind and my fingers itching to get back to the keyboard. It has proven a time in which, by taking a step back, not only did I allow myself to heal, or start to heal, physically, but also mentally to take a step back from a busy and hectic life and appreciate the fact that, truth be told, I like it that way.

I love the rush I get when I am going through my daily tasks, knowing my writing time is on the other side.  I love that feeling when I do get to sit down and the words flow, or even don't flow. This time is mine, it is my reader's, it is my work's, and it is precious. So it is with eager fingers, that type much slower than my mind runs, and a joyful heart that I return to work today, one finger peck at a time.