Ah, this post is dedicated to my hands, and all the bits that connect them to my body, down to my fingertips that do all the typing.
So, today starts with a funny story. There’s a clock in my room that I hardly ever use, so I didn’t bother to turn it back on Sunday (being rather preoccupied with other things as I was), and so when I woke up this morning, the first thing I did was glance over at the clock (it, other than the computer and my phone, being the only time-telling device in my room). It said 7-something. Given that I want to get up early this month, I got out of bed, and went downstairs to discover it was actually 6-something. Sigh.
Plus, I was ridiculously tired this morning, and so after writing 3,000 words, collapsed off to take an 1.5hr nap. By this point, it was 11, and I still needed 30,000 words.
So for the next 3 hours, I did a 4-2-4 (4k/hr, 2k/hr, 4k/hr), bringing me down to needing 20k
Took a shower, and then, because it was the afternoon and I had to start dinner at some point, I did 2 4k hrs (12k still needed), and managed to fit in another 3,000 while dinner was cooking (down to 9k).
And then between 6:30 and 8:56, I wrote another 9,000, catching up to my target even though I never thought I would.
Normally, I don’t push myself to write too many consecutive 4k hours. It’s not really very good for my hands/wrists/arms and I’m sorta attached to them. But my hands have performed beautifully today, with nary a complaint. Oh hands, how I love thee, and may you live long to type!