I’m arthritically-inclined, and my shoulders are killing me with all the typing.
I’ve added a short story to the novel-length endeavour – it came to me that it went there – there is another one which I will add when I find it.
I’ve kept the words of the first story – ‘Shed’ – but added notes around it – it might change, or might become something of a lynch-pin in itself.
I can’t be caring about rules for NaNo.
I’m old enough to know to take from NaNo what I want, and decline the race where it is hurting me.