Being laid low by a broken bone in foot leaves little excuse not to use sitting time to finish that short story or novel. After all, it’s only my foot I have to stay off of and elevate. Hands are free to pick up pen or tap keyboard. Never mind that it’s the holiday season loaded with parties, luncheons, and family get-togethers that demand attendance, cooking that favorite potluck dish, and exchanging gifts. Getting around on cast/crutches makes bowing out of many of these events a necessity. Trying to carry anything with crutches is impossible. Who knew? And so, with all that in mind, I refuse invitations to parties and give over the party hours to my craft, and lo and behold I’m producing. Not a final draft, but at least a draft that can become final. Ho, ho, ho!