Before I get someone horribly alarmed, as I go into this post, I’m not dying. I just have the worst case of stomach flu I’ve managed to acquire in seven or eight years. It introduced itself while I was away from home yesterday, and I almost didn’t make it to the public bathroom in time before I threw up all over the stall.
Right now going onto almost twenty four hours without food, and water is enough to make me queasy. I’ll try sports drink after I nap, I think.
There is something to that “the prospect of being hanged in the morning concentrates the mind” but it doesn’t take that.
For the last five years, one way or another, I’ve been sick, and knowing you only have so many spoons means that you have to concentrate on what you need to keep going and what can drop.
Not everything I’ve dropped is good. I’m late by a year sending books to some people. Or two years, or so. And my subscription page just sort of died on the vine, no matter how much I tried to revive it. I simply didn’t have the strength. So I would push and do it for a couple of days, then relapse into silence.
I did more or less keep this blog going, though, and I finished probably ten novels (I don’t feel like counting) which is low for me, but not bad. However “mistakes were made”. Stuff like series left to languish, which I need to recover, like Musketeer mysteries and Witchfinder.
In fact when I was really ill, only the books for Baen got done, because they were waiting for them.
Now I feel better — excepting today which is like a blast from the past, howdy! — my problem is having energy to do many things, and therefore being unable to concentrate on one.
It occurred to me, as I finished the post at Mad Genius Club that I was flagging, even though most of the words are quotes. So I only had the time for maybe a short post here, and then I’d have to nap.
It reminded me of how many of my favorite artists did their best work on the last few years of life, when you have to concentrate with everything you have just to turn out product. It makes you decide what is really important, and what is chaff and can be let go. (Okay, things like dishes and cat boxes WILL get done, after the nap.)
Of course, the best thing to do is to organize yourself so you can get work done while you’re not dying. It combines the best of health and the concentration of near death.
Ask yourself, if you were very ill (temporary or permanent) what do you absolutely need to get done today? I bet it whittles down the to do list wonderfully.
As for me, I’m going to take a nap then work on Alien Curse.