September 18, 2003
Hitting the wall
Restless and irritable this morning. I still don't know what's up with my shoulder, but I'm profoundly tired of it always feeling like it's on the verge of a cramp. It hurts, and I'm tired of it. I'm working on a raging case of carpal tunnel as well, to judge by the way my hands are aching and tingling every morning when I get up. I shouldn't be typing. But I can't not write at this point. I'm so close to finishing, but I can't think half the time because it hurts, damn it.
My workstation is as ergonomic as I can make it. There are two major problems. The first is that I don't have an ergonomic body. In order for me to reach the keyboard, I have to reach out and around my belly. But even that, really, isn't that much of a problem, because I'm used to that. The real problem right now is that Rumpus shorted out my ergonomic keyboard earlier this year and I haven't been able to replace it. There's a rumor I may get one for Christmas, but that doesn't help my wrists and shoulder now.
Whine whine bitch bitch. I think I'm just ready to finish the novel already. If I was a long distance runner (*snort!*), I'd say I was hitting the wall. I'm getting tired. Even though I'm excited about writing still, I'm getting short of breath finally. Harder to keep pushing.
So okay. I'm thinking of cutting out all extraneous typing for a bit. That includes LJ posts, IMs, email. The writing has to stay. If I tried to stop that at this point, my brain would go into full revolt. (Not to mention, I think
