so despite trips to the physical therapist, my elbow persists in its efforts to hamper me.
i have tennis elbow, in both elbows. it’s more severe in my left than my right, and i’m usually seen sporting a (rather ugly) brace on my left forearm. it constricts the tendons, limiting the pain. how did i get said tennis elbow? playing solitaire.
really. i got it playing solitaire. my previous job was so monstrously boring that to keep myself sane i played solitaire. imagine four to six hours a day of solitaire. this, combined with the heavy mousework the job actually required, meant really bad things for my elbows. i’ve had a few physical therapy appointments and the pain seems to go away for a few days…and then it comes roaring back. delightful.
anyway. i was reading chloe neill’s blog, the daily snark, and she recently had a write your ass off day. her goal was 3,000 words toward her next installment of the chicagoland vampires series. she’s also got this word counter up; apparently the endgame is 100,000 words. 100k! that’s a lot. i had been sort of thinking of taking the posts from a lesson in vanishing, fleshing them out, and actually ending up with a manuscript. but 100,00o words? really? i guess, if you consider that most of the existing posts are already around 500 words long, it might not be THAT daunting a task-it’s already 10% done.
except that after having spent all day staring at a computer, not to mention trying to study for my CEBS, keeping up with chuck and the nerd herders, and reading the occasional novel, i don’t have a lot of time in the evenings to actually turn the computer on. mostly, it’s the whole computer thing. i remember that ann kidd taylor said in traveling with pomegranates that she was going to write for an hour a day. i could knock that down to a half hour. i could do this. right?
moral of the story: stay away from the solitaire. and write your ass off.