Sometimes the major problem in fulfilling your writing goals is your life. Unfortunately, we didn’t get to the point (and probably never will, but hey, one has to try) when, as renowned writers, we can sit and pour on the paper all the stories we have in our heads.
Instead, I’m trying to be a good doctor and practise my craft with dedication and compassion, but yesterday’s reality wore me out. Typical post-Covid time with patients swarming ED because they have nowhere else to go, staff sickness, no space to sit them up, not enough doctors to see them promptly, and I in charge of this bedlam trying to direct traffic making sure no one dies on my watch.
Today, still clearing the brain fog, I read the scene I managed to produce last night.
Yup, I can promise my readers very realistic injury details.