This is one of those moments where something strange happened, and I do something that is going to aggravate what’s happened, and I know it will, but I keep on going because–I don’t know, Space? Not just space, but Spaaaaaaccccce!
Anyway, my eyes are swollen. I mean, like they are red and there is stuff oozing from the corners. It really looks nasty, and it feels even nastier. Not to mention it can make seeing very difficult at times. Like now. I can see the screen okay, but it’s sort of irritating. Not to mention that I don’t know why this is happening. It started at work, and it’s driving me a little nuts.
But, hey, when you can’t see very well, what do you do? Write!
It was a good writing session as well. For the first time in a while, I managed over a thousand words on a weeknight. That hasn’t been happening a lot of late, mostly because I have been so damn tired at night, once I hit my five hundred word limit, I just want to shut down. It’s one of the reasons Diners at the Memory’s End has taken so long to created.
But last night I was nearing the end of Part Twelve, and I grew closer, I didn’t want to stop. I knew the end was near, and when I was at seven hundred word, I want to keep going. Same at eight hundred and nine hundred. When I reached the end of the chapter, where the secrets of Meredith’s culture are to be exposed, the final count was very close to eleven hundred words, and I felt like, for the first time in a long time, I’d done something worthwhile.
It was a good session, because the setup had been Albert confessing his part in what Meredith and he had done while away at Telescope Camp. So the return was Cytheria getting ready to rip him a new one . . .
She is an understanding person, though. Not to mention there is no way she and Albert can split, because . . . hey, if you know anything about these characters, you’ll know why. (Maybe you need to read up on my characters a bit, huh?) Anyway, she loved the honesty, and since she knew Albert wasn’t trying to bullshit her on any parts of his story–this is where reading auras comes in handy, which Cytheria can do–she was ready to forgive him. With a warning, of course, one that I think I have to go back in an modify, since I don’t think it was really the warning I wanted to give.
The reason being, my eyes hurt, I was tired, and it was getting close to the time when I usually hop into bed. So I headed for the end, finished, and that was that.
Time for Part Thirteen, and the lowdown on Meredith . . . which is likely to get dicey, because this is a bit of history I need to work up. It might be a bit slow getting the words out at the beginning, but I’ll get them out.
Six chapters left, maybe fifteen thousand words.
Can’t stop now, not even for swollen eyes.
July 19, 2012 at 4:55 am
Push through the pain!
(And then find a doctor and figure out what’s up with your eyes, because…ew.)
Your dedication inspires me to be a more productive writer, man. So, thank you.
July 19, 2012 at 4:57 am
This last couple of months has been the hardest I’ve had to get through, and I’m disappointed in how I’m writing. I need to lighten up a bit, ’cause I’m not doing myself any favors by getting down on my abilities.
And thank you for the kind words, Penelope.
July 19, 2012 at 5:31 am
Conjuntivitis?
July 19, 2012 at 5:34 am
I don’t know what this is. It started happening at work about 2 in the afternoon, and by the time I got home they were swollen and sore. I swear, there is something in my office that is trying to kill me, because I’ve had more health issues in the last six months than I had in the prior five years.
July 19, 2012 at 5:42 am
It sounds like conjunctivitis and eye infection – you probably need antibiotics.
July 19, 2012 at 5:43 am
Good thing I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow. Just have to convince my boss that I need to work from home.
July 19, 2012 at 7:28 am
I believe your immune system is just in the crapper right now because of the amount of dislike you have for the living situation right now. You don’t want to be there, doing what you’re doing. So, after you “see” the doctor and get started on the good meds, I’m thinking you need to do one of two things, or both – first, come to grips with the J.O.B. Meditation, affirmations, burning your boss in effigy every morning before work – whatever it takes for you to generate some peace and acceptance around your current situation. Second – and I know this is going to sound a touch crazy considering how hard you’re already working, but put that much more effort into getting to where you want to be. Apply for different jobs, submit more writing for sale, contests, publication, etc. You have a large body of work to choose from and at the rate at which you write, you can definitely promise folks more to come. Lastly – just like you need to come to peace with the current situation, you need to come to peace with yourself. Stop with the negative self-talk about how much you “should” be writing. You write EVERY FREAKIN’ DAY; at least 500 words at a pop. You are doing exactly what you need to do, accept that you’re amazing and get on with pursuing the dream.
Hugs!
July 19, 2012 at 7:46 am
I agree with you completely. A lot of what I’m feeling is brought on by my attitude, and I just need to deal and move on, and make the right things happen.
July 19, 2012 at 8:38 am
Whatever I can do to help you internalize your awesomeness, let me know
. Meanwhile, when’s that doctor’s appointment again?
July 19, 2012 at 8:46 am
I’m seeing the doctor tomorrow. Gonna work from home.