Two weeks ago after much sightseeing whilst rediscovering my home country, I was unfortunate enough to acquire a fractured metatarsal. It seems that my mind can wander for hours, but alas, not my feet!
After a day of dwelling in self-pity and pondering the nature of my fragile body, I decided that it was a perfect time to get stuck into editing my novel. I am six months away from polished perfection with the final draft of my second novel (first novel is still doing the rounds with traditional publishers) and really had no excuse not to have the red pen out. With sightseeing off the table, my hands were happy to do what my feet couldn’t: get active!
As any realistic writer out there knows, unless you write a bestselling novel (similar to your chances of winning the lottery, when you factor in writing exactly the right story for current demand, hooking a publisher and reeling in your audience) or get arts funding of some kind (I’ve only ever known publishers who have been sponsored, not individuals) then it’s tally ho for a day job to support the art. Yesterday I finished my first week of a new job and luckily did not have too many flights of stairs to contemplate, while navigating with a broken foot. At 32 and a half hours a week, it’s the perfect amount of time to free up more hours in the day for my writing. So for now, for me, it’s physical healing and a mental marathon – orthosis of the body and mind!