Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Tap, tap, tap, tap...

I'm sitting here picking at the keyboard, very much resembling one of my chickens after I've thrown a scattering of rice down in the grass for them. Duck, sight, weave, bob, PECK! Begin again. Why am I typing like this? Because my right wrist is currently wrapped in a rigid brace that I've been promised will abate the nerve twanging pain that keeps shooting through my thumb and first two fingers. I have my doubts about this, but I will keep wearing the brace. And in the meantime, I will doggedly continue to peck out words like a drunk chicken looking for white rice in a snow storm because, well, it's all I can do.

Writing is like that. You do what you can, when you can. And no matter how long it takes you, or how frustratingly difficult it is, you keep doing it because, well, that's what makes you happy.


  1. Yesterday, I wrote for six hours with a splitting headache. I just had to. lol

  2. Drunk chicken. I love it. Chickens in general make me laugh and I always try to find E-cards with some kind of chicken. This was a great visual.

    Hunt and peck away. The words are always waiting for you!

  3. OWW! It takes committment to be a are proving yours right now.

  4. Thanks for the supportive comments everyone! I'm just glad it doesn't seem to be carpal tunnel so much as I simply pinched my median nerve, probably smacking a horses butt. One ought not to whack something with twice their own mass and density...

  5. That's the way I feel, too. Which explains why I get up at five in the morning to write for a couple of hours before my 4 year old twins get up.

    If you write romance (or know someone who does), stop by my blog. I'm running a contest that might interest you.

    Lynnette Labelle