Photo: I writes in the mornin’, I writes in the ev’nin’… I writes ’tills I lose my mind… You like the roll of toilet paper I’m using instead of buying the box of kleenex like a classy person? I’m the classiest! (shhh, don’t tell mom! She’d kill me!)
This is me on the phone with The Husband, describing my bout with the pestilence:
“Yeah, I mean, it’s probably not a big deal. the boys came home with this on Friday and they are already better. I am pretty sure the snot ran clear the whole time. Not a huge thing at all. I bought some orange juice. Should knock it out by Wednesday.”
This is me in my head as I moved away from my desk and took a pencil and notebook to bed:
“Yeah, I mean, I’m gonna write for an hour freehand and then go to sleep. I’m not going to fall asleep in the bed because I’m totally excited about writing this scene.”
This is me this morning when my alarm went off at 5am:
“Yeah, I mean, I could get up right now and sleep at my desk, or I can give myself another 30 minutes just to power through and then that still gives me a good 90 minutes to write. So… zzzzzz”
You get the picture?
Sleepy, sick mamas make poor decisions.
I could write a list as long as my arm of all of my accomplishments in the last 3 days, though none of them are the things that I wanted to do. And, mind you, I’ve done those things without any aid: The Husband has been out on business since Sunday night. He returns in a few hours, thank God! It’s been me, my feisty toddlers, two writing projects and a head cold.
hahaha, that sounds like the title of another novel! I might be legitimately feverish while I’m typing this… I might actually be a little crazy!
I actually have good news to report. I made crossed a major milestone in my novel two days ago, and I’m still on track to finish my first draft before the end of the year. Three out of Four portions are now written and I have a clear path to finish the arc of the story. That’s major, because this portion was challenging to write (and will need some incredibly intensive re-writing. Ground up.) and it took me far longer to get through it than I thought it would. So I have only a week to outline the final portion and then one month to write it. I can do this… I can totally do this…
Of course, there is give-and-take in the universe, so while I made major headway on Vi, I’m so behind on Meadowlark. I am not done with the first draft yet, and it’s Wednesday. For context, for the last two weeks, I’ve been done with first draft of each act by Sunday and had a week to revise and rewrite before Friday. At this rate… I’ll be lucky if I can publish on Saturday… Friday is pretty impossible. Good news? I’ll probably hit the 50,000 word mark by Monday morning.
You know what else? I revised that knitting pattern. Yup, I sure did. I think I’ve reworked it (on paper) to make it be the way I want… Even found some videos on how to knit a hole for a thumb and bought a new pattern with great instructions and…
No, I didn’t start it! I thought about it while the kids were running around like maniacs… but I didn’t. Not til December 1st!! Or at least until Meadowlark Act Four is published next Friday.
I told you! I’m sick and I’m sleepy! My brain is not running on all cylinders!
Alls I want in the universe is a bowl of soup… too much sodium to justify it… maybe I’ll put on a pot of chicken and rice tomorrow…
When my trials are over, though, I did purchase my first 6-pack of stout for the season! I went in for my usual Sam Adams Cream Stout, but the lovely man who owns my local liquor store (a legitimately classy establishment. More wine seller than liquor store, actually…) highly recommended Harpoon Chocolate Stout, so that’s what I went with. Now, I’m not gonna lie, I actually prefer Shipyard as my New England local brewery of choice (when I’m not drinking Sam, which is still my preferred brand). Usually, when I see a bottle of Harpoon it’s a damnable IPA (I hate IPAs). But the my guy totally had me sold when he he said in all seriousness, “it’s like a chocolate milkshake, but it’s a beer.” Alright, bro. I’ve gotta try it. But not until I feel better.
Am I off to nap? Nope. Gotta keep writing! Maybe if I push, I can get this draft done tonight, which means that I can print it and furiously revise all day and night tomorrow and have it published by Friday afternoon…
Watch me. I can do it!
(seriously. fever dream. I think I’m gonna go to the doctor….)