Katie's Musings on Writing

Shoot self in foot

Yep, that's what I did on Monday when I kept telling myself just to keep at it and I couldn't feel any worse. I haven't felt this sick in a long time. And even when I do feel sick, I usually feel like I can at least function somewhat normally. Not these last two days. Forget plotting and coming up with the most beautiful prose known to man, *snort*, I was happy if I could remember what I was doing 2 minutes after I started doing it. As I said to one of my friends: the synapses were firing, but nothing was connecting. This morning my one boss and one of her friends were talking about a website I had posted to one of the school bulletin boards (check it out here -> http://www.titaniumcounter.com/temp/emergency/) that I did not remember posting. Remembered sending it to a couple of friends...didn't remember posting to the bulletin board. Boss remembered how I had gotten it and wording used, so I knew I must have posted it, just no memory. Memory slowly creeped back in, but Boss could see I had really been out of it the last few days.

Now, if I can just shake the last bits of whatever the hell it is I have, I know I can at least get to the 30, or better yet, the 35 page mark before I go home for the week. Then, I don't care if I turn into the walking dead, I'm finishing up those 100 pages for the month next week.