There are not a lot of injuries that can take a writer out of commission. Broken ribs, cracked femurs, severed toes – I’m not saying I want any of these troubles, but the truth is, a broken wrist/hand/finger is particularly frustrating to me as a writer because I need to write. It’s how I make my living.
So you can imagine I’m pretty upset to report (with the most un-fun one-handed typing I’ve ever struggled through) that I fell last week and broke my wrist. Honestly, I have a lot to say on the topic, but every freaking word is a labor of love at this point.
The doc predicts I should have the cast off by Christmas, which isn’t so bad. I’m going to take a pass on blogging for the time being, and focus on work, as I can only type so much before it really starts to ache.
Grumble, grumble…
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