Dear Diary . . . day by day

Wednesday, June 6th, 2001 - Here, little dragon, try my Apple

Do they make voice recognition software for Macintosh? The one everyone tells me is best, Dragon, doesn't seem to. Rrg.
My hands, shoulders, upper back, elbows and, especially, wrists? They all hurt. Bad. Crack-crick-ow.
I've started keeping my private journal and some story ideas on tape. It makes me very self-conscious, recording journal entries. I haven't tried reciting a story, but I do list off suitable paragraph openers, scene descriptions, and so on. This would be easier if the words magically appeared before me as I spoke, so I could edit as I go a bit. So you see why the vc-software-that'll-run-on-an -iBook quest.
I want to tell you more, fill you all in on some stories, my life, my love, I really honestly do. But I need to try and make money, so the day job should get what strength I have. For right now.
Yes, I am aware of my own melodrama. That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. Actually, when I think about it too much, I freak out a bit.
I'm going to go recline and not move my hands for awhile. Ciao!

Exercise log:
That fun kind and lots of it.
Writing log:
1500 words of Goat Girl which was going to be submitted to MA's anthology but now is free of mainstream erotic constraints and contains underage characters which means I'll never publish it anywhere but oh, well. At least I'm writing.
I'm currently reading:
Star Songs from an Old Primate by James Tiptree Jr.
On hold for now:
Henry and June by Anais Nin

My new PO Box is:
Heather Shaw
P.O. Box 13222
Berkeley, CA 94712-4222

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