Rescheduling
Friday/Saturday I had what I think was a 24-hour flu, the kind where every muscle aches and you’re exhausted, but can still think. Or at least I could, and I could still write. So I was able to finish last week’s story on time.
This week I’ve come down with something different, a pretty nasty cold. I started coming down with it Monday, and was sick by Monday night. Was really sick yesterday, and today, though I’m better, I’m still sick. This is the kind of sickness where I can’t think. I have my fingers crossed this post is vaguely coherent.
I wrote 1000 words Sunday on the new story (“Hunting Ghosts In The Machine.”) I got maybe a page or so written Monday night, but it wasn’t coherent. Yesterday I couldn’t even think about writing. Maybe by tonight I’ll be able to get some words down on the page, but it’s a 50-50 bet right now.
At this point I’m not giving up on writing a new story this week. The plan right now is to do what I can this week then spend all day Saturday and as much time as I need on Sunday finishing this week’s story.
The problem is that I’m traveling next week. This crazy schedule of non-writing followed by marathon writing I have this week will be repeated next week. Then it’s Thanksgiving, followed by my birthday.
Generally, I love writing. Is it hard? Yes. Do I faff about before getting my butt in the chair and write sometimes? Yes. Would I still rather write than do anything yes? Yes. But I suspect the next few weeks are going to be more about discipline than about love. Or maybe it’s just tough love.
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