Problem: I'm home with bronchitis, and feel like shit, dried on the pavement and rehydrated with a dropped can of warm Diet Cherry 7-UP. My eyes hurt, I don't want to read, work on any deadlines, watch TV or play videogames.
Solution: Write some fiction!
Problem: My head is so foggy that I can't think. I couldn't possibly work up some new material.
Solution: Type in some of the fiction you have handwritten in some of those notebooks.
Problem: I'm too weak, tired and feverish to type lots of text.
Solution: Use voice recognition software to read it all in.
Problem: The software is trained to my normal voice, not this tubercular croak I'm able to make.
Solution: Maybe it'll be OK.....
Problem: 1000 words later, it's 90% accurate. That means near-gibberish that I'll have to re-work completely at some point in the future.
Solution: True, but that's 1000 words towards a writing goal.
Problem: But I'd already written that text. This was just dictation and typing, not new productivity.
Solution: It still counts.
Problem: No it doesn't. That would mean a 1000 word count when I scrawled it, and another 1000 for typing in the same text.
Solution: Go lie down and let me worry about it, OK? You look tired.
Problem: I am feeling kind of woozy. All that dictation took more breath than I thought it would.
Solution: C'mon, time for your Advil and codeine. A nap will do you some good.
Problem: Will you edit that text for me?
Solution: There, there, it'll be fine. Just lie down and rest. That's it... rest.
Problem: ...yes....so tired......
Solution: Just sleep, OK? OK? Are you awake? Hello?
Solution: Geez, I thought he'd never give it up. Mr. frickin' Type-A personality, gotta make every moment of the day "productive". A thousand words of crap, if you ask me.