Candice: I’ve been remiss this week and not managed to write the Tuesday post. I have an excuse, I took a tumble of Friday and managed to end up in A&E. Add on to that a teething baby who kept me up a few nights, this is the first time this week I’ve actually felt human.
How did I managed to plant my face on pavement? Well I was out running, trying to clear my mind of a few things that were troubling me, and I tripped. The next thing I knew I was picking myself up to start off again, thinking I’d just grazed my hand, when the lady who stopped to look after me said “Um, you aren’t going anywhere.” Is was then she pointed out the rather large gash in my arm and on my knee.
Now, I did feel rather like a tit as I managed to do this on one of the busiest routes into Stratford. And I had things to do that afternoon so didn’t really want to miss work because of a silly graze. But when the first aider tells you they can see bone, you think it might be best to go home.
Why was I doing this? Well it wasn’t related to our book per se, but it was when I was using my thinking time, something we know that regular writers need. Our interviews with Julia Crouch, Polly Courtney and Daisy Waugh demonstrated they all take a jog round the block when they are trying to clear their brain. I find swimming or running are good for that (usually), but some times, like Friday, you are so focussed on what is going on in your brain, you actually don’t see what is around you. Not advisable when you are on a main road with raised grates.
Thinking time is good, tripping not so good so be careful out there.
3 responses to “Suffering for your art”
Running is dangerous – I recommend two weeks off work with your foot and elbow up.
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