After writing over 10,000 words in two days and a overzealous mopping of my kitchen floor, I have done my hands in. They hurt like hell. I even managed to bruise my thumb. They are begging me to stop typing right now, but I can't. My inspiration is so good right now, I don't want to stop. But, pretty soon, I may not have a choice.
I paused last evening for some medicinal pint drinking and cheap taco eating. It helped, a bit. So did the girl talk. I was reminded yet again why my girl Janis is awesome. She gets it, she gets me and I love her. There are more words I could use, but I'm trying to keep it brief. Even after my beers, my hands are sore and angry.
So, I will take my leave for now, but the story in my head keeps calling. I just hope it's worth it. Will someone type for me? I'm desperate!