As a welcome distraction from writing for long periods, I often play with the cat. Today, Hiro's claw found it's way into the tendon of my index finger's knuckle. The pain....was almost unbearable! But the shock that my life as a writer could be over was the truly terrifying part. If I could not write...What else could I possibly do? Manual labor is out. Any physical demands on the rest of my body would be unthinkable.
I could use my brain. I DO have a rather expensive education that I'm STILL paying for. But until someone can find a use for a Fisheries Biologist with an additional degree in Elementary Education, I'd be stuck teaching aquarium maintenance to children at Petco for $7.50 an hour.
My brain is worth more than that....Even as a case study for neurosurgeons.
On a brighter note: I'm up to 54,929 words. I guess I have been a writing machine as of late. Possibly because I have neglected the blogs and focused on the story. Maybe my newly healed finger has developed a super power. Like Spiderman!
Only instead of clinging to buildings and shooting webs, I grow an extra hairy pair of fingers and type really, really fast.
Hope everyone is having a great weekend. The weather is supposed to be warmer over the next couple of days.
Cheryl will probably want to run farther and hurt herself again. As for me, I'll continue my pointless endeavor to chip away at a carving that will never find a home. And learn to wear heavy leather gloves next time I play with a cat.