It's been long enough since I posted something that I'm expecting the "Are you still alive?" notes to start coming in. So I'm going to try to head those off.
The second thing I want to say is that what follows is not for the purposes of generating sympathy. Save your sympathy for somebody who needs it and is worse off than I am.
I'm having to slow down. It's not because I want to (I still have over 200 story ideas in the projects folder, and probably ten or fifteen novellas half written) but because my body is betraying me.
I have had neuropathy in my feet and legs for a dozen years or so. It's finally moving to my hands. I used to be able to type 90 words per minute with a three or four percent error rate. Michelle and Andy will vouch for all those errors, because they find and fix them.
But with the neuropathy in my hands, my fingers can't feel the keys on the keyboard anymore, and now, instead of looking at the screen while I type, I have to look at the keyboard. That means the error rare has gone way, way up, and I don't catch those errors until I do a final review.
So it takes me longer to put what my muse whispers onto the screen, and then it takes longer to find and correct the errors. Basically, I'm down to about 30-40 wpm.
So it just takes longer to complete a project.
I'm fine, really. I have to wear gloves to handle anything even marginally rough, because it's really painful if I don't. But other than that, and the fact I can't feel things with my fingertips (other than pain <G>) not much has changed for me.
I'm just slower. That's all.
I'm still working on things, between trying to assault the Honey-do list, which always gets longer in the spring and summertime.
Again, no notes of sympathy. My lifestyle in years past led to this, and I made all those decisions, so it's my fault that I'm where I am.
That said, please keep and eye out, because I'll still surface from time to time.
Thanks for reading.