Over the last few days, I've been feeling somewhat under the weather; my son kindly passed on his cold. So I've been a bit lethargic, to say the least.
It's meant a couple of days off from housework. Feeling very guilty about that. Honest.
Instead, I've just been sitting on the sofa with the laptop.
Which has meant that Ani's story has grown by about 3500 words and has finally hit the 10K mark. I know, I know - nothing compared to NaNoWriMo, but it's all going in the write (ha! pun intended) direction.
I've also finalised the website design, if I can pluck up enough courage to publish it...
I didn't wait to be ill to write, of course! It just seems strange that a mentally productive time can come when the body is physically unable. You'd expect your brain to want to shut down a bit too, but perhaps that depends on exactly what you're suffering from?
Several of my writer friends have experienced - are still experiencing, in some cases - debilitating illness. Yet in spite of the limitations this places on their lifestyles, they continue to produce prolific and interesting work that stands out from the crowd, writing from the heart.
After just a couple of days feeling crook myself, with a few thousand words to show for it, I take my hat off to these inspirational folk.
Love and respect, guys.
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