To my new friends,
Blogging! I would have never dreamed that a key board would mean so much to me. I skipped typing class in high school because I hated it! I also hate the taste of Humble pie.
Up to about five years ago I hid my little secret that my typing skills were at the hunt and peck level, which meant I found every excuse not to touch a computer. That became the least of my worries when just like Job in the Bible; I too, proclaimed "Everything that I feared has come upon me”. While I lay in a hospital bed recovering from a life threatening stroke at the age of 49, I realized many fears had become my bed fellows.
In the days, weeks, and months that followed that event two life changing miracles took place. First: fear was losing its grip. Second: I had been given a gift; the ability to write. My doctor told me very few patients with brain injuries receive new talents usually they lose them. :(
The change did not make me afraid; rather, I was intrigued by it and by my second year of recovery I faced a monitor and began to write. My days and nights became one color; I've heard most writers live in the same time zone. I typed my memoir in two and a half months, and then something incredible happened. My head still gets fuzzy when I think back on it. I asked myself one day, 'I wonder if I could make something up', that very night I watched a story play on the wall in my mind, and the next morning I began to write it all down. Thus, began my writing career.
As I started writing 'Come In' it reminded me of a jig saw puzzle with pieces of my life that were lost. I found my life in the funniest places, just like those little jigs of cardboard. You see, I was adopted and had no idea how deeply it affected me until fiction became my reality. My desire is to pass this book onto the rejected and abandoned that feel they have fallen and will never be picked up.
Fiction does have the power to change our reality if we let it.
Talk to you soon...
7 comments:
An Inspirational introduction, Helen. It takes a combination of hope and talent along with a good dose of perseverance to complete a manuscript and then deal with the editing. I'm so glad you've got it all.
Helen, all I can say is WOW!!! Your journey to a writer's life is the most amazing I've ever heard. You inspire me!
Fascinating post. I am glad it worked out for you, and now we have a new author to check out.
Helen, your message is an important one. It's never too late to pursue a dream and use your talents. Humble pie can taste mighty good if it's an appetizer and helps you get to the main course.
What a wonderful story, Helen, gaining a skill like that from a stroke! I'm glad you're writing and using it as much as you can. (I'm of an age where I have to be at least a little concerned about strokes, so it's good to know that it needn't be all bad.)
What a wonderful recovery! I hope I would be able to be so strong in the face of what could be a tragedy.
Thank you for sharing your story, Helen. It is inspirational.
My father never learned to type with more than three fingers ... but he was machine-gun fast with those three!
Congratulations on the new adventure.
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