Over the years, I’ve taken a couple of nasty spills and hurt both of my hands. Of the two falls, my left hand experienced the worst injuries. So, imagine my frustration when I started having trouble with my right hand. By the way, I am not left-handed, but I am very left-brained.
My issues started when I tackled yard work this spring. I love working in the yard, removing winter debris and pesky weed upstarts that threaten to take over my flower bed. We live in a rural area, and our house sits on the edge of a farmer’s field. I’ve found weeds in my yard that I can’t identify. It’s like the well-known weeds invited the otherworldly weeds to come and join the fun.
Armed with my garden wagon, various tools, and new gloves, I set out on a lovely spring day to eliminate all unwanted plants. Within two days, I’d cleared the flower bed and began covering the ground with a weed barrier to prevent uninvited vegetation from putting down roots.
After a few days of gardening, both of my hands began to ache. But since I was close to finishing the barrier so I could spread river rock in the flower bed, I ignored the pain and pushed forward. And then it happened …
As I pounded a yard staple into the fabric and underlying dirt, my right hand cramped, and my ring finger slammed into my palm. I noted some pain, but what surprised me was that I couldn’t lift my ring finger. It was as if my brain couldn’t connect with my hand.
Now sidelined with a painful and swollen right hand, I abandoned my yard work. Thinking if I let my hand rest, it would be fine in a couple of days; I attempted to do tasks with my left hand. Everything took longer, and I felt extremely clumsy.
Thankfully, I schedule time to write every day and found my right hand managed to move across my laptop keys, albeit slowly. My current WIP, “Chaos in Cabo,” is moving slowly, too, and I started to think about the plot line and characters. Maybe I should shift my creative process to the right side of my brain as I’d done when switching to my left hand.
I have always been a linear thinker. I’m analytical when approaching my day job. Methodical in planning and organizing my calendar. I like order and logic. One of the compliments I receive regularly in reviews is: Kimila is a master plotter! The kudos belong to my left-sided brain.
My plot in “Chaos in Cabo” seems solid. Now, forty chapters in, I feel the beginning of the book has my characters headed down the right story threads. Sometimes, okay, maybe all the time, I struggle with the middle of my story, letting uninvited insecurities plant seeds of self-doubt in my head.
I decided it might be time to embrace non-linear thinking and let my imagination conjure up some implausible situations for my characters. Oh, what fun!
I’ve spent the last few weeks writing different scenarios for my characters than what I’d initially plotted. Maybe my hero can’t forget or forgive the past. If that’s the case, he might have to let the love of his life walk away and into the arms of another man. What if my heroine starts questioning who she’s really in love with, which could cause her to lose everything? Is my villain a good person whose moral compass was skewed after suffering abuse at the hands of a sadistic rapist? Or will she justify killing someone she perceives to be her rival?
Not only did I discover new things about the three main characters, but I also came up with the plot line for my next México Mayhem book, “Lost in Loreto.”
I decided on this blog topic those first few days of struggling to use my left hand. But it didn’t occur to me to Google (my favorite research tool) Left Brain/Right Brain until I began writing the piece last week. Since you’re all writers, I’m sure you already know this, but writers use both sides of their brain equally.
My right hand is still giving me trouble, and the preliminary diagnosis is osteoarthritis. Old age is definitely not for the weak of heart. But every time I have to switch to my left hand to complete a task, I smile and tell myself eventually, my hands will become equals like my very well-rounded brain!
Happy writing, Ladies ~
It is amazing how we find a way to get our books written. Ten years ago when I was bucked off a horse and broke my ring finger on my left hand, I still typed. And the funny thing- the doctor thought I should have surgery to keep that finger from stiffening or freezing up. I told him that arthritis runs in the family so it didn’t matter, but I’m sure that my continuing to type with it all the time is why it works fine and hasn’t stiffened up on me so far.
I hope your hand gets better. It isn’t easy trying to do things with one hand, whether it’s your good hand or not!
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The drive to create overcomes just about everything. Hope you continue to improve.
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Oh, Heather … I’m so sorry to hear about your accident. It would seem logical that we can simply adjust to the inconvenience of losing our dominant hand but I now know that’s not the case. I can’t imagine losing my voice! How frustrating for you. Glad you’re on the mend now and hope you have a lovely, productive fall!
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Thank you! And backatcha.
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Hi Kimila. I feel your pain. Literally. I broke my left wrist on June 12th, and I am left-handed. I had convinced myself prior to the incident that I was ambidextrous. I am not. True, when I was a kid I played Jacks with my right hand but that was about it. Trying to do the simplest things was impossible. But at least I could dictate my book, I thought. Until I got a virus which hung on, attacked my vocals cords, and then I couldn’t utter a word. I am back somewhat to what I once was, but my summer writing schedule has taken a real beating. But we persevere, do we not?
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