Urk!
So I never made it to the MiNo total of 25000 words in February :(
But March is my month! March is gonna be good to me, I can feel it. Actually I can't feel it, all I feel is terrible right now and have done for 3 days straight thanks to a lingering cold and the time of the month. These days my PMT or hormones or whatever just turn me into a zombie. I had a rare good night's sleep last night too and yet I've been feeling exhausted since I woke up. It's a horrible feeling - brain feels fuzzy and I can't follow my thoughts properly. I gave up on writing half an hour ago after managing only couple of lines of dialogue all morning (and did the same thing yesterday) and it's taken me ever since then to write this paragraph. It's yucky!
Anyway, basically I'm just moaning and planning for the day (hopefully tomorrow!) when this feeling leaves me alone for three and a half weeks and I can string a coherent sentence together once more - and then, March will be good to me!
'Til then I'm going to give up on this writing malarky and study instead. That makes me feel brain-dead and sleepy anyway so it'll either make me feel more normal or . . . it'll put me into a coma for real this time.
But March is my month! March is gonna be good to me, I can feel it. Actually I can't feel it, all I feel is terrible right now and have done for 3 days straight thanks to a lingering cold and the time of the month. These days my PMT or hormones or whatever just turn me into a zombie. I had a rare good night's sleep last night too and yet I've been feeling exhausted since I woke up. It's a horrible feeling - brain feels fuzzy and I can't follow my thoughts properly. I gave up on writing half an hour ago after managing only couple of lines of dialogue all morning (and did the same thing yesterday) and it's taken me ever since then to write this paragraph. It's yucky!
Anyway, basically I'm just moaning and planning for the day (hopefully tomorrow!) when this feeling leaves me alone for three and a half weeks and I can string a coherent sentence together once more - and then, March will be good to me!
'Til then I'm going to give up on this writing malarky and study instead. That makes me feel brain-dead and sleepy anyway so it'll either make me feel more normal or . . . it'll put me into a coma for real this time.