There’s a scene in Mercedes Lackey’s MAGIC’S PRICE where Stef, one of the main characters, plays the harp for too long and ends up with terrible, bleeding blisters on his hands. I’ve always thought this was some kind of dramatic exaggeration.
Eh…. not quite. In this case fiction seems to be uncomfortably close to reality.
An hour with the sweet thing in the picture up there and I have the beginnings of a fiendish blister on my index finger. As a (former) piano player, I’ve never fully appreciated the physical problems players of stringed instruments have to deal with.
But isn’t it a pretty thing? It’s a concert ukulele from Luna