My neck is revolting.
It's true. My neck is staging its own I'm-tired-of-holding-your-head-in-one-position revolt. I want to tell it that, excluding my fingers, wrists and hands, the rest of my body is on this side of the line my neck has drawn in the sand. I want to tell the neck that I'm in charge of this show. I'm the one who says when--or if!--a body part gets to stage a coup. I want to say--
Oh, who am I kidding? The neck is winning!
Please excuse the short, whining nature of this post. The NaNo neck made me do it.
Any plans for this cold, snowy Saturday? Me? I'm going to listen to my neck and lay off writing for a day. Maybe I'll eat, sleep, watch movies... Those are my plans, but I'll have to check with my neck before I'll truly know what's going on today.
Yeah, the neck's running the show here. For now, anyhow. But shh! Keep it to yourself, please! I don't want the other body parts to know how simple it is to take charge.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Neck Revolt
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3 comments:
I hope you feel better soon. Have a good weekend.
Take care of yourself, my friend. Those neck revolts have been known to occur across the continent and I know that members of the group are active here on the west coast as well. We don't like to talk about it. Enjoy your leisurely Saturday.
Oooh... ouch. Take care of you.
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