I spent two hours this morning at the high school, where Carolinas HealthCare System had an outdoor Open House of sorts –or a health fair — or a pre-grand opening for the new hospital that is being built here.
I toured the mobile hospital they send to disaster areas, the mobile wellness van, and the med-evac helicopter; stopped at the many booths with information and free screenings (and garnering a lot of “freebies” in the process, including a tote to put them in); heard the Head Honcho of CHS, Michael Tarwater, tell us how this new facility will be on the cutting edge of medical care as well as a national model for the new approach to health care; and rode on a shuttle that took us on a tour of the half-finished building (to open in summer 2014); and oh, yes, had a free sandwich and drink courtesy of CHS.
I figured if anyone had a medical emergency while there, they would get immediate and skilled attention — because everything they could possibly need was in that parking lot.
Writers have emergencies, too. We get stalled, sidetracked, discouraged and a dozen other “illnesses” that affect our work. But we do have expert help at our fingertips in that we are connected to the resources we need to get back on our feet — er, back at our desks.
We have writer friends we’ve met physically at conferences, and virtual friends we’ve never met face-to-face, but who will answer our plea for help at the stroke of a computer key. We have many, many writers who share their knowledge through their blogs, FB tips, and newsletters. There are our writing groups that present programs that somehow, miraculously, are just what we need at just the right time. There are our critique partners. All of these are ready to help us conquer whatever malaise is keeping us from progressing with our work.
I feel secure knowing my community is working to fill my health needs, both through education and prevention, and through emergency services when something goes wrong.
I also feel secure knowing my writing community is doing the same thing.