Cognitive Therapy

During my stint in rehab, the young lady in charge of my speech and cognitive therapy and I were chatting about ways to help me regain my focus, among other things, lost to the strokes. I started to talk about writing and my very real fear that I might not be able to tell stories anymore.

I, of course, was fishing for sympathy. What I got instead was a very thoughtful look, then a smile.

“I think that’s a brilliant idea!” She said.  “You need to start writing again to get your brain back in gear. Let’s use your passion to help you heal.”

Not a SMIDGE of sympathy.

We discussed a plan.  I’d stay away from the behemoth that is my Arcana Chronicles series for the moment and work on a new standalone piece. My therapist left our session excited.

I was terrified.

I love writing.  But for the life of me, I had NO new ideas for a story….none. Where once there had been too many ideas floating around my little brain, now there was just this annoying buzzing sound.

Every  cognitive session there after, the question: “Have a story idea yet?” Came up. No, dammit.  Not yet. For ten days I’ve been trying to think of a story idea. Two days ago, I got one. It was like a switch was flipped from ‘off’ to ‘on.’ More ideas arrived.

It was glorious.

I posted the story blurb on Facebook a couple days ago.  Here it is for your comment:

“Jason Az lead a simple life. A well-paying job at the local insurance agency, Temple on Saturdays and brunch with his mother on Sundays. But when a series of medical mishaps result in multiple strokes and a coma, no one is sure whether or not Jason will survive. Just as all seems lost, Jason returns to the land of the living and is in perfect health to the astonishment of his doctors.

The problem is, he didn’t come back alone. “

Now all I have to do is write it. And come up with a title. 🙂

Peace