I’ve been so focused on writing this past week that it has been getting in the way of other thought processes. I’m distracted by thoughts of plotting, conversations with characters, ideas for elements that will add to the depth of the story. It’s like swimming in an endless pool without becoming tired.
Unfortunately, there are some negative side effects to this. I get so lost in my thoughts of this story that I don’t pay proper attention to details that are important. For example, I went to the grocery store because I needed milk and I could pick up a black ink cartridge for my printer. I came home with close to $200 in groceries, all of which I did need, but completely forgot the two things I had gone for in the first place.
Then last night, lost in ideas of plot threads, I cracked open a fresh coconut and began removing the meat from the shell with dull knife. Instead of focusing on the task at hand, I got distracted. The knife slipped. This is the result:
Good thing it wasn’t a sharp knife.
Later in the evening, having learned nothing from my earlier incident, I reached into the microwave and pulled the plastic back from a bowl of carrots I’d been heating. The result of this lapse in awareness looks like this:
It’s a lovely blister on the middle section of the middle finger of my left hand. It hurts to bend my finger. I keep bumping it and reminding myself of my distraction. I’m doing a little better today with keeping my mind on the tasks I need to focus on. The constant reminder on my hands of the cost of distraction may be helping with that.
On the other hand, feeling the strength of this connection with my writing again is worth the discomfort of a blister.