I’ve had so much computer work in the last three days, between the Black Panther fundraiser, teaching, union work, Wild Cards story revision, and going strong on the YA novel, that my hands have started to ache.
That hasn’t happened since I wrote _The Classics Professor_ on a very tight deadline — 60,000 finished words in three weeks. (It’s one of my choose-your-own-adventure erotic stories, and not a bad book, but it’s not as good as its partner book, Kathryn in the City, which I had a couple months to write.)
They paid me well for it ($10,000 for three weeks of work, if I remember right), but I had to rest my hands for a solid month afterwards to recover, avoiding typing entirely. I’m going to try to take it easy the next few days. Make haste more slowly.