La Vie Boheme

No writing. Arms still hurt.

No writing. Arms still hurt. Grar. If I'm not getting better here in the next couple days, I think I may have to break down and see a doctor. I'm trying to figure out why now? I've been writing constantly for a month, so why the flare up all of a sudden? Expect things to be quiet here while I save on typing.

Oh, The Host is off to some first readers. So there's that done, at least.