I'm not sure, but I think I have a NaNoWriMo-related injury. And no, it isn't RSI, which is what one might normally expect from doing ludicrous amounts of writing in a compressed time period. That would be almost admirable.
Last night when I went to bed, I was in excruciating pain. It felt like someone was taking an ice pick and jabbing it in the back of my neck-- the kind of pain that makes you stop counting the Advil and just grab a handful in hopes that it might MAKE IT STOP. This is good if you want to learn lots of brand new obscenities and get lots of practice in using them, but not so good if you really just want to sleep. I finally conked out somewhere past 5 a.m, and when I woke up the pain was dulled but hadn't disappeared.
Every time I picked up mylaptop bag today, it hurt like hell. A clue, perhaps?
I think so. I've come to the conclusion that I pulled a muscle in my neck by schlepping my laptop around. Ugh. I feel like such an old lady. But by god, I've cranked out nine thousand words of this novel, and I'm not about to stop now. I pulled the wheeled laptop bag out of the closet. It's embarrassing, but I'm not about to give up just because this novel is a pain in the neck.
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