I’ve been sick for a couple of days now. Yesterday, left me knocked off my feet and not capable of doing anything – especially writing. I couldn’t even read, which was annoying but the old brain cells refused to function and concentrating for any length of time was out of the question.
My word count hasn’t moved since the weekend for obvious reasons. What’s the point of writing without a brain, the words would be trash. This evening, feeling slightly better, I thought I’d read through what I have for chapter 11 so far…and guess what? I actually found myself writing and I finished the chapter. 😀
I’m pleased with myself. Guess that means I am well enough to return to work tomorrow?!? In an ideal world, I wouldn’t have to go to work tomorrow or any other day. But…I don’t live in an ideal world. What a shame.