My head hurt. My neck was
stiff, and I kept a lump on my right shoulder blade that ached and stung. I
dreaded sitting at my computer. After countless hours with a massage therapist
and the chiropractor to get the kinks worked out, the error of my ways became
clear. I wasn’t paying attention to the cries of my body. It’s an occupational
hazard for the writer. We become so engaged in the work, we forget the needs of
our bodies—even when they’re squawking at us.
