Day Four: 0 of 50,000
No, I’m afraid that word count isn’t a typo or an oversight. I’ve written nothing on the new book so far.
I’m sick. I have an excuse.
I’m afraid I’ve come down with a cold. A torrential, horrible kill-me-now-or-at-least-knock-me-out cold.
And if you haven’t guessed, I’m a baby about being sick.
I don’t know exactly what combination it was that did it: stomach flu plus writing all night plus a poorly timed workout perhaps. But around Wednesday, I could feel fatigue weighing on me a bit too heavily.
Hoping to avoid burnout, I let myself take a mini-vacation. I went out and bought a stack of those popcorn-type books, the kind you can just eat up one after another. I cut myself some slack on the writing deadlines, and I kinda neglected the whole blog thing completely.
I guess it wasn’t enough, because here I am surrounded by tea and tissue boxes and I’m feeling like hell. Or maybe I was feeling tired because I was busy trying to fight off this bug. I don’t know.
Whatever the cause, when I’m sick like this, I can barely think enough to follow watching television shows, let alone compose a plot. So my word count remains empty.
Even this little post is a strain.
Oh, well. I’ll catch up writing as soon as I’m feeling better.
And then I’ll kick this month’s ass.
Keep writing, my friends. And if you catch a cold, you have my permission to lay around and watch marathons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Because that’s what I’ll be doing.