This one hand typing thing is getting old. On Jan. 14 I cut my finger. Any normal person would have simply needed a Band-Aid. Me? Stitches. Okay. I can live with that, index finger in a splint, stitches out in ten days. No problem. I go for the follow up, reduced feeling in my finger. A tendon or nerve may be cut. Wow, okay. A visit to the hand surgeon. (Yes, I checked the sign on the wall and their stationery.) I was scheduled for surgery. Diagnosis: Severed Tendon has been repaired and the teeny, tiny nerve I cut...a moment of silence please...is no more.
So here I am, sitting in front of my laptop, typing with one hand. I have a cast that goes from my fingertips to my elbow. My hand is curved in such a way, it looks like a blue sock puppet without the eyes and mouth.
At this point you’re probably wondering what could this possibly have to do with writing? Simple answer, A writer uses everything. Just like a comedian or a minister draws from their life experiences, a writer draws from hers or his. Will this go into a story? You betcha! My sexy heroine needs a little TLC and I know how to make sure she gets it. One bandaged beauty coming up...
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