My body has decided to bring a whole new struggle to my writing, adding a painful dose of Carpal Tunnel to the mix. This recent flare up is the worst I’ve ever experienced. We’re talking never-ending numbness in my hands for the past two weeks, forcing me to do what I hate most—go to a doctor. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not the doctors, I hate admitting to weaknesses. I prefer to live in a world where I’m a wonder woman who never gets sick. But sadly, I can’t always have things my way. So with braces on my wrists, I’m hen-pecking this post, trying to be a good patient. I can’t go back to my full writing schedule for a month, which is killing me since the second book to my Stuffs Souls series was going so well. Ugh! But this too shall pass.
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