As much as I've tried to keep myself positive throughout this whole injury to my heel, I've begun to become embittered and started to worry about things.

For one thing, I am not working right now. I have no way of earning any income and I still have bills to pay. I am not eligible for EI, not that I think I would take it anyway. I have to find some way of remotely earning funds. I wish it was possible for authors to just make money - it's funny that all the things I love to do are the hardest ways of earning cash-flow. Literature and theatre are my two loves but both have almost no future in them. I am determined, though to make it as a full time author. I'd like to write at least thirty books by the time I die. I stray. Point is, I make no money right now. In an ideal world, I would send some of my writing in to a publisher and start making money off it. Alas, right now it still only remains a passion.

Sitting on this couch for two weeks is starting to get to me. I think I mentioned in a previous post that, on top of my broken right heel, I pulled a muscle in my left arm. I was hoping my arm would be better by today. My hopes were dashed. My arm hurts like the dickens and no therapy administered thus far has done anything to help. A lot of time, I'm sitting by myself in my living room with no one to speak to. At first, the solitude was nice. Now I feel twice as depressed when there is no one home. On the other hand, I feel bad when people sit around to keep me company. I know how boring it can get hanging out with a cripple.

I think I might be going a little bit crazy.

Once my arm recovers, I'll feel better. I'm just feeling overwhelmed right now.