SC has been hammering me to write some more for him. I am ready to put his saga to bed, but it seems to be taking on a life of it's own. The more I try to shut it down, the more attention it demands. Rather like an old Ford Galaxy 500 I used to own. The minute I put it up for sale it began breaking down in ways that I had to repair to make it saleable. I am resurrecting a failed project on SC's behalf. "Serial SoulCatcher" is more of a reality than before. I've downloaded every LJ entry, stripped them of HTML and placed them (out of order, I'm sad to say) into word documents. Once everything is in order, I will begin "translating" the whole mess into a real story with better consistency, characters and a single point of view. I think I can still do this. It may be my last major revision project.
I am finding it relatively easy to write (or anyway to type) as long as I have the screen reader echoing each word. It slows me down to less than 20 words a minute, but I can still get words out. Reading has become a significant chore. The only reading available to me at is electronic documents. Paper is just hopeless even with a very powerful magnifier. Adjusting to not being able to read books is the hardest thing I've had to deal with so far. I've read about a paperback a week for thirty or more years. I'm a fiction (science fiction especially) junkie. I'm going to begin exploring with talking books soon. I need however to get qualified for some of the programs that permit the lending of such or I'll be so far down the waiting list that I'll never get one.
Off to Doctor Slant tonight. No more doctor's appointments this week.
I'm going to try to finish a full work week. It is very frustrating to me that I am totally unproductive at work. Doubtless my boss feels the same way. There has to be something I can do for a while until I learn a means of reading well enough to process information.