Five weeks after coming down with a bad cold, I am feeling well and I can even sing more than an octave, not that I'm in normal voice yet. It felt like forever.
Last Sunday, faced with three weeks to go until I have two books due, and struggling to get any writing done, I reached a drastic decision: I would write longhand instead of on the computer. Online, I get distracted by emails and chat and facebook and games ...
After eight days, I have written 20,000 words, all but 2500 or so longhand (and then typed in). I used up one pen; it finally ran out of ink with five minutes to go in the Jets/Patriots playoff game.
I am now 75% of the way through the rough draft of the second book (I already have a draft of the novella). A major victory!
I also decided to attend a writers retreat in Texas next month, enjoying a well-deserved vacation.
Good health, a handle on work, a promised vacation. . .is it any wonder I'm feeling good?