At this point I wouldn’t say I’m 100 percent released, but I’m out on parole.
I mean that writer-wise.
Starting last weekend I got hit by what turned into a nasty cold that really wiped me out. I still went to work every day–although I probably shouldn’t have–but when it came to working on [i]Crossline[/i], or blogging … forget it. I was locked in my cell.
Started with a sore throat, and then morphed into a chest and head cold, fever, aches and no energy. For me, that’s a priAt this point I wouldn’t say I’m 100 percent released, but I’m out on parole.
I mean that writer-wise.
Starting last weekend I got hit by what turned into a nasty cold that really wiped me out. I still went to work every day–although I probably shouldn’t have–but when it came to working on [i]Crossline[/i], or blogging … forget it. I was locked in my cell.
Started with a sore throat, and then morphed into a chest and head cold, fever, aches and no energy. For me, that’s a prison of sorts, because while I wanted to be out roaming free creatively, I felt very confined. Locked up. To me, being sick is like being in a cell with a window. I can see outside and be tempted to go out there, to see it so close I can touch it, but yet I can’t do it. My body just wouldn’t allow it.
I’m much better now, not completely recovered, but certainly well enough to be clacking the keys again now (yay!), and enough so that I’ll be back on my early morning schedule tomorrow and writing [i]Crossline[/i] again. I’m working on a really big, really important sequence, so it’s time to get rocking.
Truthfully, if there was ever a time to be knocked out of commission, this was it, because I’m at a critical point in the writing process, and sometimes taking a break–planned or not–helps give me perspective, and then a fresh eye when I get back to it.
So now I’m out on writer’s parole, and hope that by the end of the week I’ll be totally free and clear.
