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