I don’t deal well with frustration. I only have a few emotional enemies, and that is at the very top of the list. Not many things can reduce me to a fussy pole of unproductivity quite like frustration.

Being a visually disabled writer is interesting, to say the least. I used to do pretty well in the typing department, doing upwards of 60 wpm. I enjoyed typing, and could get my thoughts on the page pretty quickly once I had figured out what those thoughts would be. Writing was fun, and I just knew the the next Great American Novel was only a few quick keystrokes away.

But then I was diagnosed with diabetic retinopathy, and for my vision, it was all downhill from there . My 20-40 vision went into the triple digits, and then started fading altogether. Later on, I developed glaucoma and ischermia, neither of which I…