Why Broken Fingers?

Although Cliff Burns pointed out the exact reason that I originally chose the name Broken Fingers for this blog, there are other reasons. Foremost among them is the fact that I have a long standing history of interrupting my work on stories for one reason or another, and either never resuming work on that story or delaying it for long periods of time.

For instance, earlier this year, I had begun work on a short story that I’m currently calling Team Omega. There is no realistic reason why this story isn’t done now, and hasn’t yet been shopped around to various magazines. Yes, there are my excuses: family responsibilities and work have put limits on my free time. But those are really just excuses. I should have been working on the story instead of playing World of Warcraft. I should have been editing it instead of watching Stargate SG-1 or Stargate Atlantis. I should have been reviewing my target magazines instead of reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

But I didn’t. Something in me must be broken; I must have broken fingers if they didn’t willingly do what I love to do. If not, then I really need to look at the reason I didn’t do what I needed to do in order to make it possible to start my writing career. When I choose to be honest with myself, I suspect the reasons. But I often can’t bear to face my own self-examination on the issue. It’s much easier to just blame it on my responsibilities. See, I can be in denial while being completely rational…

Broken fingers are also what I will have, according to my best friend, if I don’t stop putting off finishing Team Omega and some of my other stories. I’ll get right to work, Maxx, I promise! :p

Broken Fingers

Welcome to Broken Fingers!

While I’m not sure yet where this blog will go, I wanted to create a place that I could share with the world my thoughts regarding writing, the writing industry, and most importantly, getting published. While I have a general purpose blog already, on my personal web site that I’ve written myself,  I wanted a place where I could just get my thoughts out, without having to worry about a lot of the ugly little details that my own web work sometimes requires. (There’s a fairly simple story behind this desire: When I first got interested in creative writing, I didn’t have a word processor or even understand what one was — I was 13! — so I started trying to invent something that would allow me to write my stories, and that lead me into programming, which lead to web programming, etc…) This is that place.

So, ultimately, this place, Broken Fingers, is about pure writing, without the programming aspects of my life. Hopefully, I’ll say a few things that catch your attention and possibly inspire you. If not, well, at least you can have some fun calling me an idiot. Either way, my words will be here, and you can read them as you please.

Please feel free to leave me some comments, link to the site, and/or give me advice as you see fit. Oh, and porn, don’t forget to leave me lots of spam porn links… Just kidding!