I hit my foot on something the other week as I was rushing to find my ringing phone. Before the darn foot even turned all purple and the little toe that had taken the brunt of the thing had straightened back out, I was working it into an intro for a story. I think it’s a little goulish sometimes being a writer.
On the one hand, we’re supposed to write what we know, but on the other hand, most of life is routine, even mundane and I can’t think of any novel that succeeds with that. It’s a cardinal sin to bore the reader.
But sometimes, when I catch myself doing something like cursing my foot and then wondering how I can use it, I can’t help but see how funny the whole thing is.