The Klutz Protecting the Laptop by Rebecca Zanetti
Hi all! Our guest blogger today ran into a snag, so you’re stuck with me. I wrote a fun blog about being a klutz a while ago, and I thought I’d post it here today. This one is for those of you who are a bit, um, clumsy.
A while back I sprained my ankle. For the first time ever, and I have to say, it really hurt. I had no clue. Once my husband picked me up and tucked me into a chair with a pillow under my foot, he said something that really gave me pause. After learning it was my first sprain, he scratched his head, and said, “That’s really surprising. I mean, since you’re such a klutz.”
My mom, who really loves me, says that I could stand in the center of a round room and hit a corner.
When it starts to snow, he always gets out my strongest, best traction boots right away. And I always end up slipping on the ice. Every day.
You know that person that knocks over the pyramid of cans of corn at the grocery store? Yeah, that’s me.
But the other day when I missed the bottom step, I sprained my ankle. I had a diet coke (open) in one hand and my laptop in the other. And I protected the laptop. There’s something about being an author that instinctively had me clutching the laptop, even as my foot folded over into something unnatural. And when I hit the ground, yelping, I clutched that computer to me with both hands.
On the laptop was the next book in the Dark Protector series. I hadn’t sent it to my editor yet. In fact, I was on my way to do just that. After a lifetime of falling, slipping, and tripping, I finally became injured. From writing.
So when they tell you that writing is blood, sweat, and tears, there’s some truth to it. As well as a whole bunch of spraying, spilled diet coke. But you know what? If I took that fall again, I’d protect that laptop. J