Obstacles

Twenty days ago I wrote in my blog about just some miscellaneous things because I was just about to change apartments. It was 10 days before I would officially be completely moved in to my new apartment. I like moving, it's fun and it's something that is in my blood. Still, I have to think that after living here in Bogotá for just six months, I was not looking forward to changing apartments so soon.

I was without Internet for a week, I didn't know where any of my art supplies were, and then, to make every thing a little crazier, my hand decided one day to stop working. It forgot my age. Suddenly I had empathy for people who lose the ability to write with their hands, and for over 10 days I struggled to type with the hand that just wasn't getting the message that it was time to write. For me, this was a horrible experience because I love to write articles for magazines, children stories, my blog, and my spec script. I also take classes, but found that I couldn't post the work that I wanted to submit. Those 10 days were very difficult for me as I struggled with my new handicap and I realized how lucky I had been to have two hands to type with all this time.

Is my hand better? Yes, little by little my hand in getting back to the way it used to be. Still, I wonder, if I had been born with a deformed hands or the inability to write because of a neurological disorder, would I have attempted to become a writer? I had always thought that my desire, my obsession to write was because it was in my blood, but if I had grown up with the inability to write, would I be a writer today? I have overcome many obstacles in regards to becoming a writer, but I may never know the answer to this question.