After several blood tests and enough medication to either cure or kill me I seem to be getting back to some kind of stability. I have recovered from my broken foot, the muscular injury to my back caused by incessant coughing and the dizziness that meant I spent the majority of my time lying on the floor.
In all the bleakness writing seemed impossible. Lying in bed with my laptop on my knee was about as close as I got to actual writing, my fingers never actually touched the keyboard but it was a start. My manuscript, Tattooing Angels was giving me writer's block as it sat just short of perfect and I had a number of new ideas fighting for supremacy in my head.
Suddenly I got some good news.... I had entered the prologue of Tattooing Angels into the Best of Bolton, an annual event when The Octagon Theatre chooses writing from local writers and performs them on stage. My submission had been chosen and I was going to see it performed, albeit briefly, on stage. Not only that but I got invited to watch the rehearsals (something I can't wait for).
So this morning I'm sat in Starbucks with my usual bucket of coffee feeling slightly more positive. I have edits spread out around me and I'm starting to accept that despite all the rain there are always going to be rainbows if we keep a look out for them.