Why a cut finger is a good excuse not to write

Well, it's not really a good excuse, and not a very impressive war wound to show my friends. I'm just taking it because trying to type is painful. See the cut is just in the wrong place where I tend to touch the keyboard, and everything else beside. I've been changing beds with gloves on and and gritting my teeth and waving my finger in the air as if I'm at the stock exchange and a really really cool offer has come up.

This week has been proof of life and duty getting in the way. A comment someone made to me last night has opened my eyes too. They said I was more my own person now than I was a year ago. And it's true, I feel more comfortable in my skin, when I look in the mirror, I think, yes, that's me. I was putting the feelings down to rebellion, which they are, but at the age of 23, I'm tired of paying my dues to the family business. So much of my life is wrapped up in the stupid dramas of a pub. I'm feeling ready to let all of this go now. It's a matter of putting my writing first for a change and finding a job related to that.