Recently, while talking to Cedar Sanderson, she told me she loves my state of the state writer. What can I say? Some people have weird and perverse tastes.
But I’m using that as an excuse, because I don’t feel like thinking of some deep theme, or even some light theme to write about.
Also, for those of you who follow me at instapundit, the last two weeks with — I THINK — all of two nights of posts need some explanation.
So, what happened was this, mid-January, the week before Cosine, I started getting a sore throat. Since my preferred mode is recluse, we all assumed it was either psychosomatic, or my auto-immune acting up out of stress, which is another way of saying psychosomatic.
When it whomped me fully the day after the convention I thought “tiredness.” and because I’m very stubborn, it took me a few days to go to the doctor. By then I’d been sick three weeks, give or take, and was starting to think it had to be something more than a cold which usually takes me about a week to get over.
Well… no. Apparently it’s a cold, or at least “what’s going around.” It’s entirely possible it’s a chain of illnesses, starting with a virus that then leaves you weak enough for the next assault, rinse and repeat.
I know that whatever I have now is at least partly bacteria, because the anti-biotic is working, but it’s working very slowly. In fact, the doctor called to say if I still felt ill at the end of the course, call them again, and they’ll re-prescribe, which I think is doctorese for “this is happening with a lot of people.”
I have no actual clue what this is, except that it’s bug from heck. I wasn’t coughing, but that’s probably just my body being an idiot, because I had tons of post-nasal drip, but I was having ear, nose and throat pains, and was vaguely nauseous and achy and just generally exhausted. No, really exhausted. As in work for an hour, need a nap. I was also forgetting everything, like emails, phone calls and such. Which is a problem as I’m point woman for part of the wedding stuff.
It was one of those: stare at email, go “oh, I really don’t have the strength to even open that” go back to bed. For someone as neurotic as myself, who usually can’t sleep if I didn’t close off “business” for the day, this was a bizarre experience.
I might end up ten pounds heavier too, as I just couldn’t bring myself to exercise. Heck, walking to the kitchen counted as a little jog. And yes, my body DOES manage to gain weight while sick. And here I was so proud of not gaining any weight through the holidays. Oh well.
On the writing front: I finally delivered the ridiculously overdue short story. Short is a misnomer in this case as it turned out 10k words. It will probably be 15 or 20k when it comes out indie, too, as I cut corners to fit it in 10k words. It’s one of a series of sf mysteries, but will probably come out as the sixth seventh, or if I get extra productive 9th. Shortish … heck I don’t what to call them, in the 15k to 30k range.
If I can get semi-caught up, they’ll be my “weekend fun writing” at least for a day a week. Mostly because they’re pushing really hard and 30k is eminently doable in two days, so maybe a couple of weekends, a day each.
I’m now late on two novels according to my plans, but this thing really whomped me more flat than anything in a long time. I feel like I slept a whole month. Unfortunately I didn’t. It was the FIRST time I got a prescription (discharge orders) for “sleep as much as possible’ so likely I should have, but I was trying to finish stuff.
It would probably have been easier if during this time Dan hadn’t been running benchmarks on my render computer, trying to figure out eventual upgrade/replacement. This meant when I fought free of the haze enough, I’d go look at what I’d left rendering and it was taking six hours. Or was something completely different. And then I’d give up and go sleep because braining was so hard.
Anyway, feeling way better, if not 100%. Yesterday I cleaned house and finished short story, and I’m still upright and conscious today — yay — so I’m going to at least catch up on some writing.
The flooring of the dining room (a fine movie to watch from a distance, not so much to act in) might have to wait till tomorrow.
If you pinged me/contacted me/told me something in the last three weeks, be aware that even if I answered you, I likely have NOT THE FAINTEST memory of it.
And now I go. There’s work to do.