After a week, (A WEEEEEEEK) of sore-wrist RSI doom, I regained the ability to write yesterday. I have asked myself not to write 900 words in the space of 40 minutes ever again, because it wasn't worth the pain. (The pain of not writing for a week, not the actual physical pain). I swear I nearly went off my rocker somewhere around Tuesday. Meanwhile Dry My Tears Chapter 4 is now almost at 2,000 words and I'm feeling a bit more chipper about the world in general.

( monkeys and cherries )