For over fifteen years I have known that I would probably need further surgery for my spine. The day after my first spinal surgery in 2005, I celebrated in receiving more time to live. I had no idea what journeys my life would take and for the most part let those journeys lead me down different paths. Some of those paths were difficult ones, while others seemed to be straight and focused in their intentions.
My ideas for my first published book came to light soon after that surgery so long ago. I wrote but wasn't serious about the project until a different life changing event happened three years ago. The first chapter of my current writing project retells that story of how writing healed me while I was recuperating.
Immediately after completing the first draft of this book, I started a second, a similar genre but with a different voice. The chapters were spewing freely on a daily basis. Publishing my first book changed things. That tap that opened my mind and let the words flow became clogged and plug. I continued to write, but as life got hectic with the marketing and promotion of the book, the flow of words decreased.
I am starting to think that maybe my writing is a means of coping when my body is not functioning the way it should. Maybe my writing is an outlet of patience while I wait for medical professionals to make their decisions. I do know that writing during medical challenges brings me comfort and hope. Maybe the tap isn't with my writing skills, maybe the tap is my emotions. My writing is starting to flow once again.