I started writing again as an exercise for my hands and my brain. For many months after my stroke, I couldn’t hand write my letters, let alone type. I spent many hours tracing the shapes of letters with my right hand. It took awhile because my brain failed to move my hand. Anyway, I practiced like a child and hoped for the best.
All of this went on as I tried to get my world to come into focus. While my hand failed me, my eyes saw everything at a 90-degree angle. Everything I looked at jumped to the right, unless I closed my left eye. Then everything sort of came back perpendicular.
Quite frankly, none of this seemed very promising to me.
I remember the first time I tried to type. Everything was going to the right, my hand was numb, and I couldn’t find the letters. Before the stroke, I could touch type as fast as 45-words a minute, and faster if I needed to.
Anyway, I stuck to it and started writing words, sentences, and paragraphs. And I found my passion again for telling stories.
This is a collection of some of my short stories, especially the ones I wrote after my stroke. I wanted to put them together to share and to remember that it takes work to be creative. If you have time, take a look, buy a copy, and leave me a reply.
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