As a Christian romantic suspense author, I often don’t have to go far to get inspiration. One night last week, Rajah the Wonder Cat thought she was saving all of us from a little plastic disk in my daughter Caitlyn’s closet by stalking it. When I went to pick her up to rescue her, she thought I was the attacker and dug her back claws into my thumb and sprang off of it. Not only did I have two significant puncture wounds, she did some serious damage to my right thumb. It is now in a splint and greatly swollen.
Right now, I’m writing my next series, Beneath a Star-Lit Sky (you can check out my progress–or lack thereof–here), which creates its own pressure. Will I have time to makeup this slow down? Is this something I can use in a book?
As a writer and an editor, I’m pretty attached to my keyboard and mouse. Dictation only works so far, especially if you don’t use it all the time and don’t have a proper system set up.
But no matter how much preparation you do or how many systems you have set up, life is always going to throw you a curve ball. I’ve recently been talking to other writers about this. When we are planning out our writing schedules, we need to factor in “life happens” time. There’s just no way around it. It could be a sick family member, an injury, car accident, natural disaster, or a disaster in your house. These things happen that you just can’t plan for.
And that’s okay. It’s part of life, and going through these challenges gives us a chance to lean on each other. I’m not a big fan of asking for help, but circumstances like these force me out of my comfort zone. Friends and family most often would really like to help, if they just knew what to do.
Interestingly enough, I wrote a similar post last year about the nearby fires and my hip surgery. So the unexpected should really be more expected.
The funny (?) part of this story is that I’ve broken this same thumb twice before, both while doing gymnastics when I was younger (much younger–read on to see the historical references). One summer I learned how to program in BASIC computer language because sitting in the hallway in front of the Apple IIe was the coolest place in the house, being it was in direct line with the swamp cooler. I couldn’t go swimming at the neighbors’, which was my usual afternoon activity.
I also learned to hit the spacebar with my left thumb, something that has stayed with me until today. Yay! One thing I don’t have to adapt to. However, we didn’t have a mouse back then. That’s been the biggest challenge.
That and tearing open cat food packets. Too bad Rajah the Wonder Cat hasn’t figured that one out herself.