For any writers out there, or readers, or anyone in general really, I can tell you this. Don't break your leg, like I did, on June 17. It slows down EVERYTHING in your life. I was dumb enough (let me rephrase that, impatient, as always), and stood on my beloved rocking chair (which has held me for 40+ years) to reach a high shelf. The rocking chair is fine. It's solid, but I put a fancy, new pillow on it that doesn't tie--not my smartest move, And when I stood on it, the pillow slid right out from under me. Lots of pain followed, and a broken tibia. My bones felt jiggly. Never good. Foolishly, I thought that since I couldn't get around and go anywhere, I'd write like a mad woman. Not so. If you sit in a wheel chair to write and bend your knee, it goes stiff. If you use a laptop and keep your leg straight while you write, it goes stiff. There is no pleasing a broken leg. So you write for an hour, then nurse it for an hour. Write for another hour, then nurse it for an hour. Not very productive. During the week, you have therapy. Not torture, but not pleasant. You come home from it, and nurse your leg for an hour. So my advice? Don't break your leg. Stay healthy. And happy writing! (And yes, this a frustrated rant.) Don't do as I do.