you know

it is hard enough to write a damn novel in the midst of exciting baby news and possible house news and husband on business trip in lovely city/fancy hotel while i swelter in mississippi with a shepherd who runs away and a stepdog with an eye infection without burning my m*-fricking right hand so that writing longhand, the way i do, goes like this: hand under ice, think of sentence, got it, go! PAIN almost done with sentence what was the sentence? ice now! relief...repeat.

since this is the 3rd time i've scalded my hand in 2 weeks...i need to work on ambidexterity.