Every now and again I get an email or a post asking if Curveball is a “dead web serial,” and the answer is always “no.” I’m currently writing Issue 36. I’m about halfway through issue 36. It’s a slow, painful process — and I’m pretty sure that when I’m done, I’ll look back at what I did to get there, and wonder why it took all that trouble.
But progress is being made. The ball is being moved forward. That said, there is an extra item of note that has entered my life that is making it difficult, at present, to focus.
Two weeks ago I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. Any attempt to move the shoulder beyond a certain point — a point much smaller than the amount a shoulder is designed to move, which made it very easy to inadvertently move it beyond that point — caused streaks of white-hot fire to lance up and down my arm. It got better for a while, then it got worse, and finally on Monday I went to the doctor about it.
Pinched nerve in my neck, apparently. They gave me two shots, and prescribed me some medication — an anti-inflammatory painkiller and a muscle relaxant.
While I appreciate the medication, since it really does make my shoulder hurt considerably less (I know it’s a pinched nerve in my neck, but it’s my shoulder that hurts) it also makes it considerably harder to concentrate in the evenings, when I take the muscle relaxant. It either gives me insomnia or puts me immediately to sleep (it hasn’t decided which it wants to do yet — I’ve taken it for two nights so far, and it switched things up each night) but in either state I’m in a kind of chill, whatever headspace that doesn’t really focus on much of anything. It’s not productive at all, and it’s certainly not helping me write superhero and villain battles.
So now things are going even slower. But they’re still going! I’m still writing! The story is not dead.