“Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
Writing for me started as an escape route.
I was an illustrator and graphic designer when my hand pain began. First in my thumb and forefinger, then into my palms, my wrists, my forearms. It wasn’t long before I had the inkling that this wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon.
I was right. Pain is my new norm due to debilitating chronic illness. Left with no creative outlet—drawing caused me a burning, throbbing pain up my arms and into my neck—I resolved to pick up something my late wife had used to soothe her own wounds: writing.
It started as poetry, then moved to short stories. Then the stories became longer. And longer. Almost two years later, and that spark of poetry has turned into one published novella, and another novel in the query stage. I began to write around and through my pain, lighting a new flame over old embers.
Today I manage my chronic pain as best I can, drawing when I feel capable of doing so and writing when I’m not. Sometimes the writing is taken from me too when the pain is too bad, but I hold onto those moments where the words leave my fingertips like treasures in my memory.
My weekly newsletter was one more step on the path of my new life. I thank you for being my companions, and I hope you enjoy the scenery.
Let’s start a new adventure.