Writer's block broken

Who would have thought one little accident could do so much for writer's block.

Yesterday I blogged about signs and Fate and how Fate listens to what we throw out there. In particular, I told you about my accident with a ladder late Sunday afternoon and how I took it as a sign to stop painting my house and get my derriere back to writing.

With a big smile on my face, I am happy to report that Fate was correct. I have been working on this one chapter every Sunday for over a month, except this past Sunday when I did not write anything. While recuperating yesterday from my run in with the ladder, I finished the chapter that has given me so much trouble. I not only finished it, but I started the next chapter.

To top it off, I sent that chapter to my father, who is also my first round editor, and he did not change a thing. You'd have to know my father to understand what that means. He ALWAYS finds something. And I'm grateful. On the occasions when he doesn't find anything for me to fix or tweak, I know I've hit the mark when he sends a note back that says, "Loved it!" or "Great job!" When he doesn't send those little blips, I know I have not quite hit the mark on the chapter. ( I bet he doesn't even realize he does that.)

Yesterday was a good day because he not only offered no changes, but he included on of his "Great!" sentiments.

Yes, I am back in the saddle again and I owe it all to Fate and the ladder that is still lying dead on the floor in the middle of my dining room. I growl at it every time I walk by.

Life's lessons, signs, and Fate

Fate listens so watch your words.

Have you ever noticed that things happen to you that you don't always expect, but for some odd reason you have a conversation about it and hours or days later, BAM! The thing you had joked about in a conversation with a friend occurs.

I am a firm believer that this is always the case and I should know better.

One example of this occurred when I was as a young teen. A bunch of us were riding out to a soccer game and for some strange reason we got on the subject "What if one of us had an accident?" First of all, why would we ask a question like that while we're driving to a big game? Because we did not know fate was looking down at us and listening.

Later that day, I was rushed off the soccer field in the middle of a game with a broken leg and dislocated knee. A freak accident occurred when the goalie grabbed my ankle instead of the soccer ball.

Well, this weekend fate stepped in again. On Friday at work, I was talking to one of the guys I work with about plans for the long weekend. We had Monday off. I told him that I planned on finishing up all my painting so I could enjoy my house and get back to writing. He made some joke about "unless you fall off a ladder or something."

I did finish painting all the trim work, got my upstairs hall painted, so the only thing left was the entry way. I was just finishing up one wall when I stepped down to get off the ladder when the ladder wobbled. I held my breath and held still and figured it would stop. The ladder had other ideas. It went sailing out from under me and unfortunately, I landed on the hardwood floor.

Now, I'm sitting here with a sore bum, a fractured finger, a sprained wrist, and bruised pride. Not to mention my poor wall that was just painted now has a hole in it, my floor is scratched and my lovely mirror took on a new opaque linen white color to it.

This is why you should never tempt Fate by speaking aloud about something you don't want to occur. However, I look upon this as a sign. The sign is that I need to put my house back together and get back to writing. That is what I love to do so that is what I should be doing. And I think that is what Fate was trying to tell me. That's probably why it was my left hand that was injured and not my right.