Nailed It!
Dear Reader,
I have the weakest fingernails on the planet.
I realize that might not seem like it has anything to do with being an author or writerly things in general, but I assure you it does.
Kinda.
See, in an effort to have pretty nails, which I quite like having, I’ve attempted a lot of snake oil and miracle cures over the years. None of them fixed the ridges or the way they flake off at the tips or the splits or the way they seem to disintegrate when confronted with anything harsher than kitten fur.
Again, you probably think this wouldn’t affect my ability to write, but it does, because the one thing that does work is getting my nails dipped or putting on acrylics. The sheer force of concentrated plastic or steel or whatever is in those polishes keeps my real nails from dissolving.
Until I take them off, that is. Then my nails get revenge by shedding layers until they’re so paper thin you can read through them.
I gave up having nice nails at all until I discovered the press-on nails section in Target.
So many pretty colors! None of them involve sticking my fingers under a UV light! And no need to pay for a manicure!
Win! Win! Win!
I have some on right now. I went with Wicked, in honor of Halloween.
Problem is, when you have weak nails that refuse to grow, suddenly having nails makes it very hard to type! I keep hitting all the wrong letters, and then the silly AI keeps trying to “help” by putting in words it thinks I meant, which means I spend a lot of time deleting, and retyping.
I tried typing on my tippy-fingers like they taught us to do in typing class. Yes, I had typing class in high school. I bet that’s not a thing anymore is it. I just dated myself didn’t I.
Sigh.
I’m now sitting ramrod straight like I used to do when playing the piano, and keeping my hands elevated so that only the barest ends of my pretty green nails hit the keyboard.
It’s exhausting!
I never realized how much I slump when writing until today.
I don’t know how people with super long nails manage to do anything. I can’t even brush my hair with my nails like this. But I suppose I should be grateful for the improvement in my posture, if not my typing accuracy.
Until next time,
**Book News**
GaG — Current Word Count: 81,804. Not many words this week, because Mama Darke was in town for a quick visit and Ms. Edwina, Mr. Melinda and I of course had to show her all the things and eat all the food. It was a fabulous visit and a very nice break. (No, stupid auto-correct, I did NOT mean breakfast. Though we did have those too.)
Chapter Twelve: Euphoria Is A Hell of A Drug
Favorite Line of the Week: “It doesn’t bother me to lead a crime syndicate.”
House of Xannon — Yep, still waiting. Stronger Than Magic is ready to go. Now working on Finding Flame. The new covers will all debut together at the same time as they launch into KU. Watch this space!
Are you more tired after a vacation than you were before, or is it just me?