I am so sick of feeling sick. I swear all week I've been a total slug. I finally felt well enough last night to do some writing. Now understand, I'm the kind of person who likes to write a whole chapter before stopping. Well, not last night. Yes I was feeling up to writing. Yes I wrote and finally worked on my WIP. But I didn't do a whole chapter. HALF of chapter 3 is now written.
I want to be well again. I'd like to be able to breathe with ease and not feel like I have a lead anvil on my chest. Can you tell I'm frustrated? What really bugs me is I so love this story I'm writing. I'm having so much fun with it and I really want to work on it. The mind is willing but the body is saying 'Don't even think about it.' Darn it!