My work output has been minimal for NaNoWriMo. Whether I’ll make the goal is unlikely, but I’m determined to do the best I can. I produced three pages yesterday while Steph was downstairs in the living room on the piano, talking to a potential accompanist. I did half a page this morning, and may or may not–as the mood strikes me–go back to the typewriter this afternoon or evening.
I have decided to go off Lithium. The loss of coordination in my hands (never that great to start with) has just worsened. The hand tremors aren’t nearly as bad, but it almost seems like there’s some type of short circuit between my brain and my hands. This especially comes up when I’m typing. I’ve prided myself on my fast and accurate typing since I was Susie’s age, and it’s usually enabled me to get jobs. But when I was averaging 2-3 typos per line on the manuscript, I realized the situation was out of control.