on writing with the wrong hand

I'm right-handed for the most part.
My handwriting is atrocious, which is why I fell in love with computers so easily.

When I was 15 or 16, I broke a bone in my right hand and was forced to write left-handed. 6 long weeks of laboriously forcing my brain to make the left hand move the pencil to form the characters needed to complete homework assignments. (always done in class previous to the self-inflicted injury)

Typing wasn't much better, but at least readable.

The enforced exercise taught me that nothing is impossible. By the end of the 6 weeks I almost had to retrain myself to use my right hand again.

I now often use my mouse left-handed and have started to write in my journal that way again.

Writing with the wrong hand forces one to think of each word as they are written down. It slows the process of conveying thoughts to a crawl, but allows the thoughts to be worded more precisely than writing with the right [correct] hand.

The logical part of your brain rebels, telling you that you're doing it wrong. The artistic side rejoices at being unleashed and adds flourishes that, while logically are unneeded, look really good!

Well, it takes a while to get to the flourishes, but it's worth it.

Drawing with the wrong hand is fun too, you'd be surprised at how relatively quickly you move from stick people to landscapes.

I have not yet attempted to draw digitally left-handed; I'm just not that brave. Plus I'm waiting for my birthday present [graphics tablet, any size, please send by March 15 - only 23 days away!] that I know my kids aren't going to get for me and so will turn into an xmas present to myself...

Oh well,
dreamers we are and dreams we dream...