Chapter seven of DEALING WITH DEMONS turned out to be a re-write. It happens, even when you’re supposed to be revising. I knew before I shoved away from shore that there were going to be some chapters that just didn’t work, and others that would need a lot of spackle and paint before they’d be reader worthy.
The fact that chapter seven is the first chapter that’s needed serious rewriting is a good sign. It means I don’t have to write the entire book again.
Progress has been made.
The problem is my left hand. I’m not exactly sure what I’ve done to it, but it aches. A deep, almost gentle ache that doesn’t hurt so much as remind me that there’s something wrong with my hand. Something wrong that doesn’t like being at the computer for hours on end, writing and playing wow.
It’s not carpal tunnel. It’s not my wrist that hurts me. It’s a spot on the back of my hand, between thumb and index finger. It’d been bothering me for a while, but I slammed into a wall, braced hands first, while playing with the puppy, and my wrist sang out in something very closely akin to agony. That was friday night. It hasn’t gotten much better since.
Ice helps. Ignoring it helps. I’m hoping I didn’t do something to really mess up my hand. Because, lets face it, I’m not like my dancer sister. I’m not a huge fan of pain, and I don’t want pain to be associated with what I love to do.
But I can tell you one thing. I’m not going to let it stop me from doing what I love to do.
