I did something incredibly stupid last week. I was using a paper cutter that I didn’t realize was broken. In a split second I managed to cut the index finger of my right hand. My dominant hand. I severed both tendons and cut into the joint of my knuckle.
A few days later I had surgery to repair the damage. I am now one week into a ten week course of physical therapy that requires me to do exercises every hour and meet with a therapist twice a week. My finger hurts constantly and I am alternating pain medications that work all right but not great. I’ve stopped the heavy drugs the doctor prescribed because I can’t think when I take them.
I don’t mean to complain. I cut my finger and it is what it is.
I know someone who had a similar cut and instead of going through the surgery and therapy she had her finger removed. It would certainly be easier.
However, I’m a writer. It’s what I do. What I – we as writers – are compelled to do. We hear voices in our heads. We have stories that play out like movies in our minds. We see a person crossing the street and we add a complete imaginary backstory to what got them here while we wait at the light. We hear a turn of phrase and it becomes the start of our WIP.
We do what we do because we love it. It is our passion. We hope to find an agent and get published one day. Some of us self-publish. We take different roads on our journey because we, like our stories, are unique. But we don’t stop and we don’t give up because our stories never die and we are the only ones to bring them to life.
I can write with three fingers and a thumb on my right hand. I’m doing it right now due to the splint I’ll be wearing for the next several weeks. But I can write easier and faster with a working index finger. So I’ll do my time and my therapy and get my finger back to full use. Because I am a writer and we don’t give up.
What challenges have you encountered lately?