by Cindy Sproles @CindyDevoted
I buggered up my knee. It wasn't one of my more graceful moments
and of all things, I let the competitive side of me win. "Let Grace have
the chair. You don't need to win the game."
But noooo! I made a dash for sole surviving chair. It was
between Grace and me . . . Grace won. Me, well, I caught my boot on the carpet,
sailed into the air, and landed like a half-ton of bricks on my knees. Short
version: torn ligament, broken patella. Yep, I needed crutches. I declined them
and decided to push through, and find better ways to walk and strengthen my
knee.
Early in my writing career, I had writing crutches . . . words that, though they sounded really spiffy,
were a lazy form of writing. I needed to push past them to improve. They were
words that sounded well placed but as time and experience taught, proved to
make my writing stilted and wordy. I learned not to write to impress, rather
write to improve.
