Blindness alters the way I write.
Imagine a river, source to mouth, all you can see, and all of its secrets. That water is my story, sometimes placid, sometimes angry, cutting its way through the land to the sea. Keep in mind that rivers aren’t very friendly. Beneath their beauty, they can drown you, pound you on the rocks, or take your home. My story differs from any other only in the way I have to write it, seeing through the voice of my screen reader. I listen to where I’ve been, and hear where I am, constantly back and forth on the keys. I swim hard, struggling to maintain my thoughts as I fight the current, my characters taking me where it flows. Before blindness I couldn’t type, and typing by ear is my only means of navigation.
Want to check out what I’ve written? https://amzn.to/3ihY1Je
Terence L. Anderson 