God, I hate being sick.  Because I’m a masochist, and I have a tough Inner Slave Driver(TM), I typically work through illness.  I’ve always said that if I’m able to get out of bed, I can work.  Likewise, I can write.

Yesterday I wrote 95 words and then just stopped.  It wasn’t working.  I wasn’t feeling it.  I hadn’t written since the weekend and was eager to write the next scene.  But when I sat down and tried to write it, everything was just WRONG.  Could have been being sick.  Could have been my fickle muse.  But whatever the case, I just wasn’t feeling it and that made me feel worse so I decided to chuck it and try again tonight….

Meanwhile, the little cough and slight tickle in my throat became The Plague: sore throat, cough, headache, aches, earache.  I went to work today (thanks, ISD) and now I’m sitting here trying to figure out if I should try to write or not.  I wrote a sentence today and texted myself so I wouldn’t forget it.  That’s how deep into the mindset I was.  But now?  I’m on the fence.

A dialogue, if you will:

ISD: *cracks whip*  Why aren’t we writing, sunshine?
ME: Um, I feel like shit on a stick.  And there’s the whole I’m Not Feeling It thing…..
ISD: *gasps in horror* Not feeling it?  Not feeling it?  What the f***? You’re supposed to be writing, not bitching!
ME: I’m not bitching.  I’m simply answering your question.
ISD: *narrows eyes* You worked today.
ME: And I hated every damn minute of it, thank you.  I want to REST.
ISD: You can rest later. Now, drop and give me 200.
ME: *groans* You’ve got to be on crack.  I can’t think.
ISD: You don’t need to think, precious.  Just type.
ME: *narrows eyes* I shudder to think how that will end.
ISD: No excuses! Write Godamnit!
ME: Uh…….  
 *sounds of strangling, then typing, then muttered curses*

So that’s what’s going on in my head.  Not the prettiest place to be right now.  Stay tuned for a post all about the ISD and why she rocks (yes, she does, most of the time).  When I feel better, and when I can access a post I posted elsewhere on it….yeah, trying to save them wrists.  It’s a LONG post.

*shuffles out and goes to sleep*

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