I’m a bit under the weather today. It actually started yesterday with this ache in my tummy, which I thought was just bc Josh and I had McD’s for lunch (chicken nuggets). All that friggin sodium that make my tum-tum sour sometimes…but then I woke up this morning feeling kinda achy, and it’s persisted all day, along with the tummy aches.
I think I might be fighting something. Sigh. I didn’t let it hamper my work, though, and that was a major win. I got all my weekend narration work done, and I got aaaalllllmost all my writing done. Shy by 5 pages. Not too shabby. Holy jesus do I have my work cut out for me tomorrow, though. Given how many hours I worked today on the writing and how many pages I got done…my hope to get 150 pages edited this coming week is looking a bit unrealistic. But, we shall see.
The rewrites are going well, yo. I’m finally trusting the process. I’m able to focus on one type of edit at a time, rather than going through line-by-line and fixing things that don’t necessarily even need fixing. Yet, anyway.
Listening to podcasts lately, too. Two interviews this week on two separate podcasts were with authors who’d written a book about the holocaust. It seems kind of appropriate, given the rise these past two years of far-right movements both abroad in Europe and here at home. The last time movements of that kind gained as much traction was in the lead-up to WWII. Yikes.
I took a couple benadryl. Hopefully that helps me sleep tonight. I did not get a good night’s sleep last night. I wore my little jawbone sleep tracker and according to that, I woke up 5 times during the night, and all throughout the night. That is SO unusual for me. I definitely think I’m fighting something off…
I feel so worn out right now. Sometimes listening to business stuff in regards to writing really makes me anxious and gets me down. Most of the time I find it very informational and rather inspiring…but sometimes it gets me down. Makes me think that I’ll never figure it all out, never become a “professional” writer, that all of this is wanted time.
It’s quite the contrast to how my day start, which was with this feeling that I could just see me finishing this book. I could see the focus I needed, how I was going to tackle each scene, how I was going to get everything done I wanted to get done in the time I needed to finish it. I love that feeling. It’s the “zone.” Whatever this sickness is, this achy head/stomach bullshit…that zapped that focus and calm out of me by the end.
BUT…
I still got crazy amounts of work done. And I will finish. It’s so close. So, so close. Maybe my body is just freaking out because I’m so close to finishing. That definitely happens to me sometimes, no doubt. Either way…I want to pass out and wake up feeling more like myself tomorrow morning. So, here’s to that.
Night, bitches.
Artwork tonight from Moebius.