on Anne R Allen:
Q: How do you know you’re a “real writer?”
A: Your back hurts.
So do your shouders and neck. (And maybe your hands and wrists don’t feel so great, either.)
Sorry about that—I truly am—but I’ve been there and I (literally) feel your pain. Not just the existential kind resulting from rejection and lousy reviews, but the physical kind that comes from hours spent hunched over a computer or notebook, plopped on a living room sofa, standing at a kitchen counter, perched over a night table, sprawled on a bed, or, in one memorable instance, making-do at child-sized desk in a borrowed summer home.
We’ve all read the articles telling us that sitting can kill us. What those articles don’t say is that before it does, sitting can make us so miserable with lower back pain that sometimes we almost wish we were dead.