No not that kind of fat finger. I literally have swollen fingers this morning. Heh. It's kind of sick how proud I am that my fingers look like little sausages. You see, this happens every time I get a lot of words out. Two thousand words and my hands are a little achy. Four thousand and I wake up with ballpark fingers. My wedding ring is insanely tight (it doesn't help that I'm about twenty pounds heavier than when I got married) and making a fist takes some effort (thank goodness I'm a lover, not a fighter).
And as uncomfortable as it is, I'm happy about it.
It's been a long time since I even hit my goal of writing (or doing something else writerly) for an hour every day. Sure, life's been nuts for the past couple months, but that's no excuse. I'm a writer; I should be writing. Well, thanks to November and the little promise I made myself, I am writing again.
As of yesterday, I passed the 10% mark. I don't know if I'll be able to write that much every day, but it's nice to know I have some words in the bank if I have a squirmy day or if I get busy.
Whether it's NaNo or Sven or forging ahead in your own way, how's it going in your world?
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