Who Knows?

I've been writing again. I've had trouble concentrating on writing, lately, due to sciatica, brought on by a herniated/bulging disk at L-5/S-1, I've written about it before. Got an epidural steroid injection on Tuesday, 1/31/2012, so it's a lot better. My appetite is back, all of that, so I feel an urge to splurge, as it were, and start wracking the blog.
I've been maintaining a conversation with the Opinions page Editor (Hi Karen!) about column writting, and possibly a little freelance work. The local paper has nothing open, at present, but that could change, although it wouldn't, most likely, be a paying gig. She advised me to start a blog, so I told her about my "rambles," and she has been here reading some of my stuff. I hope she keeps reading, even that would be pretty cool.
I mean, face it, who knows? Who the frack knows? I enjoy writing; I've been told I'm pretty good at it; I guess I'll just have to "pay my dues," as it were. I like telling stories, some of them actually true, others are influenced my desire to create a moral point, or something like that. Physical labor is no longer an option; I can't afford to get my teaching credential renewed, and couldn't deal with the stress, anyway; I'm 60 years old, and have the time to write every day. I just don't do it, for some long periods, because of my health problems. I have many, and although none, on their own, qualify for any disability assistance, together they mean I am no longer part of the "working force, " per se. I'm not really "hurting," financially, we pay our bills, and all, so life is actually pretty good. Social Security is on the horizon, and things will get a whole lot better.