When I’m deep in writing a book (I miss it!), I get distracted and dangerous. By distracted, I mean I do stupid stuff. And I’m usually only dangerous to myself, LOL.
Monday was like that. Only I’m not writing a book right now, but Wizard and I are working on projects that required us to come and go all day and keep track of a bunch of details. Finally we were home long enough for me to finish a load of laundry. I put another load in the dryer, and as I’m walked out of the laundry room, I reached back and pulled the door closed behind me.
On my finger.
It’s fine, just a blood blister and a little bruising on the end of my index finger. I don’t even know how I got the end of my finger in there. It should have been impossible, but I managed to contort myself into a position to achieve it. I mean we all have our talents, right? Ohh! Maybe I can blame yoga for this???
The funny thing is how much it reminded me of Writer’s Brain, which is a thing. When too many characters and plot lines take over our brains, we forget out to do simple things in a safe and logical order like: Step one: Remove all body parts from the area. Step two: Then close the door.
But there was no real damage, and I’ve been laughing at myself ever since
How about you guys? Any self-inflicted injuries from overloaded brains lately?