For as long as I can remember, I’ve always believed that you could always find something good in everything bad if you looked hard enough. The recently broken bone in my foot has been no exception. As a matter of fact, the moment it happened I was asking myself WHY it had happened. I mean there had to be a reason; a lesson hidden in there somewhere. It wasn’t long before I found it. I broke my foot because I’d been a cheap SOB. The event happened as I came off a low step while painting a cupboard on the threshold between a kitchen and a living room. There was a one inch step there and my ankle twisted because of my old sandals. Just a week before, I’d found a perfect pair, but I hadn’t wanted to dump the $120 to buy them. “That’s highway robbery,” I muttered like an old man. I ended up spending twice that on the cast and other incurred costs. Lesson learned: Don’t be a miser!
But, as always, good comes from bad. I’d been planning to head to Buenos Aires at the beginning of December. Instead I got to stay home and spend Christmas with the family (which was great) and then come down here to Fort Lauderdale to refurbish this foot and hang out with my cousin Keith. It’s been a lot of fun. The cast’s off now and I’m looking to head to BA at the end of the month. All is good. I’m loving it here in FLA, and I’ve had a chance to finish up the final edit of The Last Artifact, get the trilogy published and put together my new website. It’s going to be great landing in BA with all this work done, and ready to start the final push on my next novel, Gordon’s Feast. All’s well that ends well. I’m actually kind of glad I broke my foot. A lot of good’s come from it.