Waiting for the hip hop...er, make that 'op'

'Tis a not-so-well-known fact that many hours of intensive ballet will mean bad hips in later life. So far, fortunately, I only have one. Which is strange and I haven't quite accounted for that.

Next month it will be a year of mobility deterioration for me. Fortunately, I have no problem sitting at the computer, and so, much writing has been done. Nevertheless, the 17 year old heroine of my upcoming novel 'Cape Town' is a dance student. If you haven't taken a look at my website yet, go there tonight because I'll be putting up a new post. http://www.brendahammond.ca

And, if you really want, you can 'like' my author page on facebook.

Very very soon I'll have my cover image to share.

Enough already!

My main thought around all this preamble is that I'm having to learn to switch hands. When I go downstairs, cups, mugs and glasses have to be held in the right instead of the left so that I can clutch onto the bannister. Now, I know from Dr. Rudolf Steiner and Dr. Maoshing Ni that changing a habit such as this is strengthening for the life forces.

Yes folks, there's always a way to make lemonade.