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Oct. 17th, 2012
All Quiet on the Western Front
Oct. 17th, 2012 02:19 pmI think all my stressing out and burning the candle at both ends--and right in the middle--finally caught up with me. All last week I was sick. I don't know what I had; I pretty much ran the gambit of symptoms: sore throat (two Saturdays ago), fever and stuffy nose (two Sundays ago), sinus pressure/headache and phlegm-y cough (Mon. - Wed.). Even now, I'm still rocking the cough.
Sunday was the worst, forcing me to stay in bad all day--an act I felt incredibly guilty about. Not only because I didn't do anything that day, but because I had all intentions of starting a new manuscript. (For real this time!) I spent the previous Friday and Saturday immersing myself in the world and "outlining" the first few chapters so I could just write, write, write. And then, my body had other plans and shut my entire system down for a reboot. No lie: I was functioning in a feverish haze all last week. I'm pretty sure I stuck the milk in the cabinet not once, but twice, and it took quite an effort to process a single thought.
Naturally, I "lost" everything in my system reboot. Which...is actually kind of a blessing because it forced me to re-evaluate everything. Between cough syrup doses, I realized that the focus of the story was in the wrong place. That there was a better story underneath it all--the story I started with initially before I got crazy and thought "this would be cool" and "I want to write a scene with this-and-this".
So, as much as I hated being out of commission for a week, I'm grateful my body told me to slow the hell down. Even if it means more work. *cries*
Sunday was the worst, forcing me to stay in bad all day--an act I felt incredibly guilty about. Not only because I didn't do anything that day, but because I had all intentions of starting a new manuscript. (For real this time!) I spent the previous Friday and Saturday immersing myself in the world and "outlining" the first few chapters so I could just write, write, write. And then, my body had other plans and shut my entire system down for a reboot. No lie: I was functioning in a feverish haze all last week. I'm pretty sure I stuck the milk in the cabinet not once, but twice, and it took quite an effort to process a single thought.
Naturally, I "lost" everything in my system reboot. Which...is actually kind of a blessing because it forced me to re-evaluate everything. Between cough syrup doses, I realized that the focus of the story was in the wrong place. That there was a better story underneath it all--the story I started with initially before I got crazy and thought "this would be cool" and "I want to write a scene with this-and-this".
So, as much as I hated being out of commission for a week, I'm grateful my body told me to slow the hell down. Even if it means more work. *cries*
