Pump the Brakes!

Okay. So. This autumn season combined with the novel recovery efforts have made writing a literal pain. Fun.

It's okay if I take it slowly. I pause when my wrists start that low warning ache. Find something else to do.

I'm not going to power through it. That noise leads to worse pain and me laying up for who-knows-how-long with all sorts of medical intervention. Been there, done that, and it's amazing that I don't have lingering scars from the bracers.

Don't want to do that noise again. Especially since any efforts at speech to text have a higher chance of Google interrupting with "I'm sorry. I can't help you with that."

Give it five years, and Google thinking it's hearing its own name is going to be "ghost phenomenon". It isn't. It's the hypersensitive listening algorithm suffering from pareidolia in the ambient background noise.

In brief, the computer thinks the neighbourhood birds/traffic/dogs want to ask it a question.

But it can still scare the fuck out of you when Google decides to pipe up out of nowhere.

It's all I can do to not feel guilty about providing a steady stream of fanficcery to all the nice peeps on AO3. When I know I'm hard pressed getting my pro stuff organised.

Tomorrow's going to be "fun" because that's when I do 1K so I have my weekends off, but I have an added 500-minimum in the 12K recovery process.

Ugh.

I will take it at whatever speed I can manage. That's all I can do.

And if I have to do pro writing on the weekend, then so be it.