For the last week, I have had about the worst cold of my life. I’ve worked through sickness before. The flu, colds, and other ailments are generally mild inconveniences for me. But this illness is the most soul-sucking, lung hacking respiratory ailment that I’ve ever had.
I’m tired, because I can’t sleep. I spend all night coughing and twisting, trying, in vain, to find a position that doesn’t make me feel like I can’t breathe. All in all, it has been a bad week. The coughing has been distracting. The exhaustion has suppressed any creative drive that I have.
Now, with the halfway party only a few hours away, I am nowhere near halfway through my novel. What I do have is pretty good, although there is a long way to go. I am about to launch in to a point of the novel where I really don’t have much of an idea about what is going to happen. This is nothing new for me. I don’t really plan novels. I just have a general idea about what is going to happen.
Up until this point, the book has taken place at the old run-down motel that my protagonist manages. Much to my surprise, he just got fired, and the book is pushing off towards parts unknown. I really didn’t plan for this, and it is probably going to involve some research on the fly, and a lot of editing for continuity later. Still, that is part of the game, and I am excited to see where the book leads.
In the meantime, there has to be some way to get rid of the plague. NyQuil and DayQuil have made valiant efforts, but really haven’t taken the edge off of the sickness. Mucinex has called in reinforcements, but still, we seem to be losing the battle. Every day, I get a little more behind. Hopefully, the sickness will leave me soon, and my ability to work will return.
Current word count: 13,000
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