The Truth About Not Writing

Most of my recent posts were not written in 2025. I have gotten very little writing done from January through now. The reason is that my health took a turn to the south. I had to have a broken and infected molar yanked out. I passed four small kidney stones. I discovered that I suffer from diverticulosis. And I had a deeply problematic bladder infection that threatened to affect my kidneys, my prostate, and even my blood. A blood infection, sepsis, and septic shock can cause death. It killed Jim Henson. I had to get a shot of antibiotic in my butt on two separate doctor’s visits. The tooth infection and subsequent molar extraction morphed into an expensive and excruciating procedure, giving the psychotic dentist a chance to squeal with joy as she made me writhe with jaw pain. I was on a soft food diet for two months. I had to take out credit accounts twice to pay for things because my deductibles had not yet been met at the beginning of the year. My recently recovered credit rating tanked again. The stress of the situation may contribute to future writing, but for the year so far, my writing time has been almost completely non-productive. I do, however, relax by drawing. And I have created a lot of them lately. Of course, most of the nudes I can’t post here as long as my post is set up to go to Threads and Facebook. Zuck can’t handle the sight of a bare breast. Not even in classic art pieces by Rennaisance masters.