Green Room Injury Report
Jordan Green (Questionable) - After sitting out a week, the writer is day-to-day with forearm nerve irritation.
It appears your friendly neighborhood writer has written too much, for I am wounded.
One factor may be that most of my non-writing pastimes (basketball, chores, cooking, disc golf, driving, tapping my fingers to the beat, video games, etc.) also involve rapid repetitive arm movement. In any case, my right arm—Ol’ Flingy is what I named it just now—is tuckered out.
After a couple months of trippy sensations, swearing off fast-twitch gaming, relapse drops into Verdansk for a couple rounds even though my arm clearly wasn’t well yet, and sleeping the wrong way upon my poor and suffering starboard appendage, the diagnosis is a pinched nerve from overuse. I got a massage and minor adjustment and now obviously I’m super-wisely back to typing. Thank you for coping, weary wing. Rest will come soon.
This slowdown is seriously frustrating because I have a bunch of posts percolating, and momentum on the Cascadia Chronicles. But I gotta keep my bod right!
I’ve adapted by shifting focus to outlines and slowly learning to speak out first drafts. Talk-to-text is a tool I’ve wanted to harness ever since my old editor Martin Cizmar talked up dictation’s virtues, yet I’m hindered by Lana being around all the time, and because typing typically suffices. However, I see the practicality in jotting first drafts via microphone, then re-writing by hand later.
If you’re wondering how you can assist in this time of discomfort, just watch this following video and think of my arm as Mojo the Monkey.
In other news concerning the preservation of my dextral python, I’m taking the rest time to rebuild my reading habits. I recently finished the dark and violent Western The Sisters Brothers by Portland writer Patrick DeWitt (which I thoroughly enjoyed) and I’m spending time lately with local history synapses Portland in Three Centuries: The Place and the People by Carl Abbott, and The Seven Good Years by Israeli memoirist Etgar Keret, which seems prescient considering the violence breaking out across the Levant this week.
I’m also listening to Winn Collier’s biography of Eugene Peterson, Burning in My Bones, on Audible, which is a splendid read so far on a fascinating figure in contemporary American faith whose words I read…religiously. 😎
Anyway, I plan to report more on some of these learnings, as well as explore subjects as widely varied as Captain America, fly-killing, McMenamin’s, road trips, wood-fired pizza ovens, and so much more! Please stay tuned whilst Ol’ Flingy gets in some naps! 🦾
Ouch! I pray rapid improvement your way.
Riffing on your late-post brief mention of Captain America, Laura and I started our MCU-in-order viewing last night with "The First Avenger". I love Hayley Atwell!
And based on an earlier post, I took your testimony about Grant Horner's Bible reading system as a suggestion. I am 8 days in and really enjoying it, though I have to get up half-an-hour earlier in order to make it work with my schedule. I am following the advice and workbook of Marcel Teleki in this process, and even bought myself a beautiful new Bible for this adventure. Eager to compare notes sometime.