You know all those compelling movie titles that start with the present participle? Like Saving Private Ryan, Raising Helen, Finding Nemo, Saving Silverman, Driving Miss Daisy? Not to mention great dramas like Waiting for Godot? (Can you think of some others? There are about a thousand, I believe).
I'm not sure what exactly is the appeal of the ing form, but here's one I'm going to write: an action flick called Tearing the Meniscus. It's what I've done, you see. My doctor told me today. The meniscus is this little thing between the bones of the knee, sort of a little carpet that keeps them from rubbing together. Mine is torn, and so my knee gives me considerable pain when I A) sit or B) stand back up again. It also adds a popping sound for some dramatic flair. (I'd like to say that's my leg in the visual, but all I can say is I WISH).
So now somehow I have to arrange X rays and an orthopedic visit and then apparently my two choices will be A) a steroid shot into the knee, which involves a humongous needle that I think they used to use to torture people in the Middle Ages or B) surgery. I'm not loving my options, and frankly I'm not on speaking terms with my meniscus (at least not the left one).
Ironically, though, in my latest book my heroine has a broken ankle, and I've been pondering whether or not some of her reactions and feelings are realistic. Now that I am hobbling about, I feel it can at least provide some research for the novel, but I'd prefer not to be such a method author.