The Solitary Life Of A One-Handed Writer

I am writing this today with one good hand. It’s going to be that way for a while. I’m getting used to the new normal, but it’s slow going. A little over a month ago, my brain suffered an injury that was at the very least a setback and to be perfectly honest more than a little catastrophic.

I have a book due.  I was just in the process of wrapping up my latest revision when all this happened, putting me flat on my back in a hospital bed. Add in the ramp up in press for DREAMER and I’m even further behind. I used to type as fast as I could think and now my productivity has been cut in half. When you add in the level of fatigue level -which is extreme right now – it cuts in half again. It’s maddening and frustrating  and I really don’t have time for it.

What does this mean to you, my readers? Well, it means I most likely will not have a book publishing in 2019. That’s a very hard thing for me to write,  particularly as an author with only two books under her belt.

You know what they say . . . if you don’t have your health you don’t have anything. This cannot be rushed.  I’m going to have to get well first and then write when I feel that I really can. That’s been in bits and pieces here and there, a little more everyday. I am slowly regaining some of the use in my left hand –  three out of five fingers now – but it will be several months before I am typing again and likely a few more before I’m typing 94 words per minute again.

So please, readers, hang in there with me. The next book is coming and I promise you I am taking this time to make absolutely sure it was well worth waiting for.

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2017: My Writing Year In Review

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I can’t believe this year is drawing to a close already. Even crazier than that, I became a traditionally published author this year! I still have a hard time believing it! And now with a second book breaking in 2018 (and more on the way!) I guess I need to stop pinching myself and get to work because next year is gonna be a doozy. In the meantime, here are the highlights of my unbelievable year:

In January, my first run copies arrived on my doorstep. My daughter snapped this photo when I pulled my book from the box and held it in my hand. I think my face says it all.

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Clearly, I Am Not Meant To Write On Vacation . . .

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That, my lovelies, is an elbow. My elbow. Yeah.

And that’s just the inside view. The other side of my arm has bruising that goes down to my wrist.

It all happened on Wednesday. I was camping with my kids and I took my bike to the bathhouse that morning to get a shower. As I was leaving, a family pulled up in a golf cart. I had to crank my bike pedal around and fumbled a bit (c’mon, it was early) then I took off riding, completely forgetting that my towel was slung over the handlebars. It snagged in the wheel (of course) and I flew over the handlebars and hit the road hard. As I rolled painfully to my feet to detangle everything, golf cart Dad turned to his kids and said, “drunk.”

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Sometimes You Have To Step Away From The Keyboard & March For What Matters

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I didn’t get a lick of writing done on Saturday, because I was slogging through the mud and getting soaked to the skin at the March for Science in Washington D.C. I got to hear Bill Nye and a host of others shout out the wonders of science and the hope for a clean, sustainable planet – it was amazing just being part of it.

Despite the muck and the misery, we were all in great spirits, and the camaraderie and enthusiasm made it an experience I’ll cherish for a lifetime. Here’s a picture dump of the day – enjoy! Continue reading

Today, A Story In Honor Of Mr. Rogers’ Birthday

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Today is Mr. Rogers’ birthday, and I do my best every year to make it a day of kindness. I write a check or go online to make a donation to a charity. I let people cut in front of me in traffic. I pick at least ten random people I interact with in a day and tell them how good they look or how good they are at their job or just how much I admire them.

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When You Want Something Done, Ask A (Crazy) Busy Person To Do It

So I’ve got a book to partially rewrite.

And I blog – on multiple platforms.

I need to write three different freelance articles this week.

I work full-time and I’m gearing up for a big project there.

My son’s IEP is next week (for those of you without a special-needs kid, this is where they tell me they’re cutting some of his therapy to save money and where I tell them I’m not signing a damn thing and we’re going to go a few rounds over this until you give him what he needs).

My daughter has her first Homecoming dance on Saturday.

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