Ha! Trick question. If you have Carpal Tunnel, you can't raise your hand. (well, maybe some of you can, beats me.)
It is one of the minor ailments I have, but after working on my book yesterday and getting eight pages done, Carpal Tunnel wasn't so minor.
If you are a writer, contemplate this: How easy is it to read eight pages of a novel versus to write eight pages of a novel? And, no, don't send your therapist's bill to me.
It's like comparing having to floss versus a root canal.
Don't be a writer unless you just hafta.
But the trip is exhilarating. You go into 'flow' and don't know where the time goes. One has a great sense of accomplishment when the rush is over. As you read what you've done, edit as you go, and then let it get 'cold' for further editing, it does feel like you are on top of the world.
That may not last long; however. Like when you go back and read it after it's 'cold' and you say, "What the heck does that mean? Can I really not spell anything correctly?" Etc.
Still, this past week I have accomplished a great deal. Searching all through this stupid computer to find hidden poems, essays and short stories that for some reason were filed in a hundred different places; compiling them into one file and printing them out so I can actually see what I have was very satisfying. As was working on my current novel.
Who knows? Someday you may
Until then, somebody get me the ice pack. My arm is killin' me.
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