Tools of my trade

I've gone all artsy and obscure this week. I've been considering what tools I use for writing and what I have to show for it. It's more than just about notebooks and pens, I wanted to look more closely at the basic instruments that allow me to write. For example, an athlete or a dancer use their bodies for what they do and it shows a lot in the way they look. Forget a nice crisp tracksuit or dark leggings, their passion shows in every muscle and bruise of their body (if they're really good and dedicated, that is).

What do I have? When it comes right down to it, my hands. And oh boy, are they interesting utensils for writing. Ladies and gentlemen, here I present to you the incredibly pretentious faux-art exhibit I'm calling "Hands":

This is a random dark area on my left hand that appeared a couple of years ago with no warning. Funny thing is, my 'twin' brother now has the same thing.

The small dot at the base of my thumb is where I burnt myself with a soldering iron at the age of 12. Below it is a barely distinguishable line where I burnt myself taking macaroni pie out of the oven a few months ago. I'm a hazard to myself, I know.

This yellowy thing is either a wart or a callus. Either way, I'd be cast as the villain in a traditional fairytale.

The first joint on my ring finger. No idea what that dark circle is, or could be.

Small dark mark on my knuckle. I'm probably part of Voldemort's gang.

 My nails are always breaking *sob*

As I was taking pictures of my hands, I noticed this mark for the first time. You could probably tell me more about it at this point.

The best for last! I have a ganglion - a benign cyst on my wrist. I've had it for near four years now and I'm still waiting for the hospital to arrange for my operation... Although I've heard it goes away on its own after a while. I'll keep waiting for something to happen.