But it’s far from over. I was stiff and sore today, I suppose because I braced my back and hips too much against the pull of the removal process.(The skin is very thin over the shin bone.)

I ached enough that I finally took a pill so I could write, I mean so I could sit up at the desktop and write. I wrote another scene. The good news is I know these people (my characters) so well that I love to sit and listen to what they have to say.

So, dinner: I don’t often discuss food but I’d like to tell you a simple, fast, low-cal, low-cost, good-tasting meal. It’s a vegetarian “pizza”.

Start with the base, not pizza dough. Use a tortilla of whatever diameter suits you or that you have in stock. Or use a Naan, or a wide but thin slice of focaccia bread. Spread a few tablespoons of tomato salsa over the surface, your choice as to its heat (mild, medium or hot). Now the fun: lots and lots of veggies. Chop up a bunch of vegetables and steam them briefly in the microwave just to give them a head start. You can use a selection of eggplant, red and/or green peppers, red onion, mushrooms, asparagus, green beans, celery, (garlic? - )whatever you have in your crisper that you want to use up. When tender-crisp, the veggies go on top of the salsa. I don’t season at this point but if you want to sprinkle on some Italian herbs, you can if you want. Now generously sprinkle grated cheese over the vegetables – Mozzarella or Parmesan or an Italian mix. Bake for 5 minutes in a 400-degree oven.

That’s what I had for dinner tonight. Num.

I feel better. I hope you do, too.

Big day today. I wrote two more scenes in my screenplay and I had the stitches removed from my leg wound. I didn’t have much time for peripheral thought but I’ll tell you what I’ve been thinking about for some time, since I latched onto Twitter, in fact.

I shouldn’t have been surprised. I was a great fan of Marshall McLuhan and his predictions. He said that one day we would all be artists (creators, writers, whatever) and that there would be a problem finding an audience. If everyone talks, who will listen?

Since I joined Twitter I’ve been thinking of that, I mean, everyone is creating, writing, publishing and thinking, just as McLuhan predicted. Before I was aware of all that activity I thought I was, well, not alone, but muzzing along quietly and coping, sort of alone. I don’t mean that in a self-pitying way. I’m content to be alone in my efforts, that is, I have been content. As a writer early on, I learned that the effort is what is important, the learning and the doing. Success may or may not be a by-product. But all these happy wannabes are blowing their own tweets and there are so many of them, I find it quite daunting.

I don’t feel envious or competitive, just kind of sorry for all of us – me, you – you in your small corner and I in mine