Tori’s Writing Hole

when you can’t bend. I hurt my back - in bed. Not in a good way, mind you, but in a tossing-turning stressed and can’t sleep way. So I’ve spent most of my day propped up in the corner of my thankfully highly comfortable couch, and I’ve been looking at all the things I want to do but can’t.

Did you know dogs make a lot of mess while shedding? And kids leave tiny, potentially injuring toys everywhere? And by everywhere, I mean places I can’t bend to reach? Ugh.

I’ve been sitting here trying to get some work done, heck, I can’t do much because of the back - but it’s hard trying to think while Dora the Explorer shouts about sticky tape and commercials blare for even more annoying shows like Blue’s Clues. Needless to say, no novels will be written while J still watches toddler TV.

Stumbling, I happened upon death photos, and I’ve become gruesomely fascinated. That and momento mori. I can say this is all research, right? I’m not really this morbid?

I’ve got some ideas though, non-The Others ideas…

backache, writing, death, photography