You know what really, really stinks?
Finally, after months and months, really getting the urge to write again.
Having ideas flowing and inspiration coming and actual words happening when you put fingers to keyboard.
Creating narratives and having characters responding and the glorious creative juices flowing juicily.
Finding out that after months of barely touching the keyboard except to write the odd tumblr post, your once-brisk typing fingers are slow and your sturdy novel-hammering-out hands have become creaky, fragile things that start to ache after only a few thousand words. I swear, I’ve lost eight words a minute off my typing speed, my accuracy is down, and the backs of my hands are burning along every tendon after only 1200 words! (Admittedly I did nearly seven thousand yesterday)
Where has my writing stamina gone? Now that the brain is finally willing, the flesh is proving abominably weak!
Oh, well. No pain, no gain, right? Time to tape ice-packs to my hands, get coffee, and keep at it!