I’m rusty, so forgive me. These are the first new words I’ve written in what feels like forever.
A month ago I was more concerned with reading other writers’ work and making excuses for why I wasn’t doing more with my own. A routine trip to visit family ended in a rather nasty car wreck and gave me a swift kick in the a$$.
Though wearing my seatbelt, I was bounced around like a human pinball. Once I realized I wasn’t going to die*, I could think of nothing else except what all I was missing. My dominant hand injured, unable to wear my glasses — and even if I could, my eye wouldn’t open — I had to move in with my sister, who had to take care of me like one of her children. When I wasn’t sleeping, I had hours and hours to think about what I could be doing, and more importantly what I SHOULD be doing.
I wanted to edit. I wanted to blog. I really wanted to create new words. I could do none of it. I missed deadlines for two contests, didn’t blog (here or my personal blog) and missed registration for a conference. I know a small part of that was my bad luck with that wreck, but the bigger culprit was lack of follow through on my part. I could have done any of those things before I got on the road, but I put it off.
I’m not waiting anymore. The wreck shook me up in more ways than one. I know my road will be slow — my hand still isn’t fully functional (I still can’t hold a pen and the typing is easily 60% slower), I still have other injuries that are healing, and the few times I’ve tried for new words, I’ve failed– but I’m going to keep pushing.
*For the record, my injuries, while painful and still healing were not life threatening. This was my first car wreck and the most severe I’ve ever been injured.