As for today's business, I started writing Succubus Shadows, which delights me to no end. I love writing Georgina. The editor of that series once said that whenever I sit down to write one of those books, he wanted me to feel total joy and no stress. And that is exactly how I feel. Well, at least until the pain in my hand and wrist kicked in earlier today.
People who've been with me since I started blogging in 2006 may recall my harrowing adventures of hand therapy. I've had recurring hand and wrist pain since I started writing full time. It's not carpal tunnel, and it's not even technically tendinitis. It's just...recurring hand and wrist pain culminating from a number of factors, most of which relate to me being on the computer all day. Although, I think things are flaring up now because I signed hundreds of books last week. I feel ridiculous even typing those words, but it's true. Gripping a pen all night agitates my De Quervains tendon (that runs along your thumb and its muscles). It's an injury I've fought with before, and now my wrist, forearm, and top of my hand have decided to get on board too, now that I'm back to writing again.
I've been through this enough to know when it's going to pass and when it's not. Considering I have to turn in two books in September, I see few breaks in my future to recover. So, I figured I should go see my old pals the hand therapists, in order to prevent irreparable damage to my livelihood. Hand therapy's the only thing I need a referral for, and that's their requirement, not my insurance company's. Honestly, my insurance company doesn't care who I see and will pay for anything my little hypochondriac heart desires.
So, I headed over to the family doctor practice I usually go to. My doctor wasn't available, so I saw the first guy I could. It was pretty clear he'd never referred anyone to hand therapy before, so I helpfully suggested it for him and diagnosed myself. For the record, doctors don't like self-diagnosis. Or you telling them what prescriptions you need. Or you telling them what you read on the internet. He finally came around and wrote the referral, though.
Hand therapy is good times. This is how my sessions have gone in the past. First, they wrap the faulty hand/wrist in hot towels. Then, they send ultrasound waves through it with a wand. Massage follows that, and electrodes sending impulses through my arm follows that. It all concludes with them icing my hand/wrist down. Then, I promptly go home and start typing again, undoing everything they just did. Throughout it all, of course, are tips on how to prevent this--like wearing a brace, sitting straight at my desk, and having a good ergonomic set-up. Just as an fyi, my brace is missing, and I'm sitting cross-legged at my desk as I type this. It's like I'm asking for a lifetime of voice recognition software.
Anyway, that was today's adventure, and I'll have more reports once I've started my appointments. I'm kind of surprised sometimes at how sloppy I am about taking care of my hands. They really are my livelihood, and it's one thing to joke about this being the price of art or fame or whatever right now...and then find incurable damage in 10 years. I don't care how good voice recognition is getting; it's nothing I want to use. If I fix my desk set-up, get treated now, and limit myself to 3k words a day with breaks, I should have another 50 years of books in me.
And to conclude with a totally unrelated subject, I was reminded today that I need to draw for the Dimitri ring, now that touring's over. I'll do that later this week and also muster up some other contests for both tour-visitors and blog-readers. Stay tuned.