It’s raining outside; the dampness seeps into my apartment. I have been sitting for two hours. The heat from my computer soothes the tips of my frozen fingers as they dance over the keyboard. This is the inactivity of writing, when the only blood flowing is the blood in your fingers as they incessantly type and the blood flow to your brain as it incessantly creates. The rest of my body is idle, engaged in holding me upright, not exerting enough energy required to pump the blood through my body and produce warmth. My solutions: I keep a thick sweater on the back of my chair and a hot cup of tea beside me. This prevents me from having to step away in the midst of something powerful and compelling, interrupting my flow of thought, if only to save my frozen limbs from a perpetual icy state.
Published by J.G. Chayko
J.G. Chayko is a writer, actress and international arthritis advocate living on the beautiful west coast of British Columbia. She has published poetry, fiction and creative non-fiction. Her work has appeared in Canadian Stories, Shotgun Honey, and Boston Literary Magazine. She is a contributing writer to three anthologies and the author of the blogs The Old Lady in My Bones, based on her experience living with Rheumatoid Arthritis, and Corkboards and Coffeehouses, essays on her writing life. Her work has also been featured in Arthritis Digest UK, Health Central, and Pain Free Living Magazine. She is a graduate of the Writer's Studio and is working on her first novel. View all posts by J.G. Chayko