Last Friday I fell off my bike again, but this time I swear it was not my fault. I came around a turn in the bike trail and there was a fair-sized tree down across the pavement. I tried to stop by a combination of braking, turning slightly, and rolling on the ground. It was the last one that finally worked.
My left hip and the first two fingers of my left hand took most of my weight. The bruise on my left hip is one of the most appalling things I’ve ever seen on a body that wasn’t in a hospital; I’m almost proud of it. But it’s the sprained fingers that have really been incapacitating for writing or reading, which is a significant portion of what I do. I’m by no means a ten-finger typist. But I am an almost wholly unconscious typist: I think of what I want to say and some clicking sounds are emitted by the keyboard and the words go up on the screen. Except for the past week or so the clicks have been accompanied by the muttered refrain, “Ow… ow… ow…” as I moved the injured fingers without thinking about it. So, in short, I didn’t get much writing done, including this week’s Blog Gate post.
I finally did put something up today. For one thing, the sprained fingers are healing up and, for another, I was outraged/annoyed/totally unsurprised by a gross blog-post from someone whose work I once made some effort to like, and then gave up from dislike of the man himself. This got me thinking, if that’s not too strong a word, about the cost/benefit ratio of author-blogging. (Thanks, if that’s not too strong a word, to james_nicoll for the link, and to kythiaranos for the snarky phrase “Blog against Blogging Week”–which I thought was a brilliantly original coinage of my own until I googled it.)