Thursday, June 4, 2009

Can You Imagine That, An Itch Too Sensitive To Scratch

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!


neve black said...

Awww, shit, Heidi. You can't stop!

Could you dictate your thoughts while your hands are healing?

p.s. there's nothing better than getting together with girl friends that *get you* and drinking and just talking.

Heidi Champa said...

I should invest in a tape recorder, Neve. That's a good idea!!

My hands feel better today. I'm trying to take it easy. I've only written a wee bit. Okay, it might be more than a wee bit. ;)

Emerald said...

Do you have one of those mini-tape recorders? HA! I just clicked over and typed that before reading your comments. :) Indeed, you could just ramble away and then type it out later! I used to have one I used while I was driving.

Healing to you!

Heidi Champa said...

Thanks Emerald, I'm feeling a little better. I just needed an afternoon off.

I am going to have to get a tape recorder this weekend!!