Give til it hurts

I joked in this space a couple of months ago about writing until my fingers bled. Today it happened. No joke.

I'd like to say it was because of a looming deadline, but it was because of a bloomin' staple. And I wasn't writing. I was doing paperwork. Making a copy, actually, and trying to get a staple out without a proper staple remover. I didn't even realize I'd cut myself until I saw the blood on the number 7 key. How I sacrifice for my art.