It's late and been a long day, but wanted to report that my reading is back to what it was for the most part. I'm so into this biography of Thelonious Monk I'm almost finished.
And I'm able to do some writing beyond this blog. Well, rewriting actually on the monster memoir thing I've been working on for a couple of years now and will be the longest in history probably if I ever finish it.
It's the process of writing that I'm into and aleays have been. I was totally ready to accept the possibility that I wouldn't be able tow rite again as I once did, or have for most of my life. But now it looks like I'm pretty close to returning to at least the cognitiive and motor sckills to write again.
But I tire more easily still, and forget things more than I used to, so I we'll see if I can actually write as much or for as long if this recovery continues as it has been going.
There are still changes that have affected the way I think and think of myself. It feels like some of those might be permanent. But we'll see. Like the one I've pointed out most often because it is so obvious, my lifelong list making compulsion, which no longer is there and hasn't been since I woke up from the operation.
Other characteristics, large and small, seem permanenetly changed as well. But who knows what the future might bring. Whatever it might be I hope I'm grateful for all of it.
[PS: I corrected a bunch of typos as I was writing this, but in reading it when I was finished I noticed a bunch more, but am leaving them in as examples of what my writing is like now. I know a few typos might mean nothing to many people but to someone like me who has been writing for every day of my life—and I mean "writing" as in articles essays reviews stories poems screenplays plays books etc.—making the kinds of mistakes, typos and redundancies etc. as I do above is rare. (and I obviously corrected a bunch more in this PS]