How’s It Going:
There’s a lot happening in my life right now and I’m doing good just to sort of keep up with everything.
How’s It Going:
Finally, back on track.
I really thrashed to get to this point (including writing on Friday, which I was wanting to stop doing, but Monday…didn’t go quite as planned. Not in a bad way though), but thankfully it wasn’t nearly as painful as it could have been. I think what helped is I’ve finally managed to figure out a synthesis of sorts to all the different techniques I’ve learned these past few years. I’ve found there is a fine line between over and under outlining. I may have just struck gold on the sweet spot in the middle.
Needless to say, I have a vague idea where I’m going, and that satisfies my muse enough to write towards something, which in turn gives me the room to make my scenes longer, more descriptive. There’s a skeleton, a light structure to everything that I can hang my ideas on, instead of a complete building minus furnishings or…a large patch of empty land.
It’s honestly freeing, and the words are just flying.
As a side note, I also recently started dating someone, so I may be a little euphoric in general, to say the least.
How’s It Going:
Not well, apparently.
I’ve made some bad habits, and if I don’t get my words in the morning before work, I tend to lose all enthusiasm by the evening. Or, you know, forget completely. On top of that, spring semester starts Monday, and…
Well, if I can’t manage to hit my goal now, there’s no way I can do it with schoolwork piled on top.
So I’m gonna modify this a little. Keep the 500 word daily goal, but cut back to 4 days a week, Monday through Thursday. (That’s 2k words a week, for the severely math challenged.) Force myself to sit down and get it done FIRST THING after I wake up and have breakfast. And if I can thrash and actually hit my daily goal the vast majority of the time, I can still finish this draft by June 30th (my original deadline).
Am I still a little crazy? Yep. But if we don’t push ourselves, how will we ever grow?
Title is lyrics from Prayer Position by Periphery. Idk, I’m in a mood. And yes, I’m obsessed.
And I’m feeling good. Sorry, I had to.
Happy New Year! Finally… good riddance 2020. So far 2021 is looking pretty good. And it better fuckin’ stay that way.
Also late post is late…
How’s It Going:
I really needed that week off, tbh. I never gave myself enough time to think all this through. Because the original idea I had for the sequel makes more sense as the third book (YES, IT’S GOING TO BE A TRILOGY, DON’T JUDGE ME), I kinda just slapped down an idea for the second without really… knowing what the hell I was doing.
And I got that tattoo on Thursday after work and said you know what? I’m gonna take another break. So that’s why I’m behind a little.
BUT. I was able to get my head straight and get some kind of direction down. Now I just gotta write the thing.
So, last Saturday I woke up not feeling so great, but I figured it was because I didn’t sleep well the night before due to heartburn. I was mostly just sore and achey.
Woke up Sunday feeling even more achey. I was like, is it what I think it is? Except the only symptom was body aches. I might have had a fever, but I couldn’t really tell, since we don’t have a thermometer and I tend to run hot anyway. Decided to schedule a COVID test for Monday.
Monday, still with the body aches. I called in sick to work, got my COVID test and was ready to settle in to wait.
Tuesday I call in sick again, and my boss gently advises me to see a doctor (BECAUSE I’M DUMB AND HE’S KINDA GREAT LIKE THAT). Of course, with my symptoms, they won’t let me come into the clinic, plus my primary is out all week, so I have to contact the express clinic. They can’t see me either, but they do set up a telehealth appointment. I chat with a doc for a minute and she orders a flu and strep test (she wanted to test for COVID as well, but since I’d already had it done, I turned it down) that they perform in a drive-thru type thing. About an hour later the doc calls to tell me I have strep.
Which… kinda snows me, because my throat didn’t hurt. Like, it was a little scratchy, but… I distinctly remember the last time I had strep and it was the most godawful pain I’d ever experienced in my throat. Like, I was drooling and dehydrated because it hurt so bad to swallow, and they had to pump me full of a bag of fluids at the clinic and gave me a shot of penicillin. So I’m like, cool, whatever, at least it’s not too bad and I can go back to work after a few days of antibiotics.
Only, I still gotta wait for the COVID test to come back before I can for sure return to work.
It comes in Thursday morning.
Positive.
So, yup. I’m the lucky bastard that ended up with the plague strep and COVID at the same time. For Christmas.
Can we please end the dumpster fire that is 2020 now?
(All that said, I took a break from writing this week. I’ve got enough buffer. And I’m feeling fine, no worries. My immune system is a beast.)
Meilo Zaborowski: Author 