How's It Coming Along?

Not well. Elise and I are both sick with stomach bugs. I stayed home from work today, had to pick Elise up early from school, and I already know I'm staying home tomorrow to be close to my bathroom and hopefully find some peace. 

I hate being sick - even the fact of being able to have a day off of work with a good excuse isn't worth it. I'd rather stay home from work when I am feeling well and can enjoy the day - this just sucks.

I have to write my Indie Ink Challenge piece today or tomorrow, as it is due tomorrow night. I have a great prompt this week, a great prompt that is going to bring me back into the world of Hannah and Evan, and that really excites me. It's fun working on this story that I have had brewing and stewing in me for so long, but doing it in a way that is randomly prompted week to week. It might take me years to pull a novel together out of all of the muck that is floating around in my mind when it comes to these characters and their story, but it will be well worth it.

In other news, I have picked up with my zombie story again, the one that I had shared with Dan and got all messed up over. That is coming more easily to me now and I am really excited to be working on it again. Maybe I will be able to finish something good after all.

So, I found this blog post today and thought I'd share it - it's about how writers feel when asked "How's your novel coming along?" 

Basically? Don't ask that question. We writers don't like it.

Meh.

I always get sick in November. It's something I can actually count on, just like death or taxes. November comes, and then comes the head and chest congestion, the sleepless nights, the hacking cough and sore muscles. It sucks. Usually it happens later in the month, and I'd say at least one out of every three Thanksgivings sees me laid up on the couch at my parents house, not even able to eat the amazing turkey dinner.

I got really far in the new rendition of NaNo yesterday, but today I am just not feeling it. The pressure that I will be under in the next few weeks to get it done will be extreme, but totally worth it if I can actually finish this time. I've been talking up my confidence to friends, family, and Facebook, so I am in it for the long haul now. I have to finish. I can't let myself down by having to tell people that I didn't do it, that I couldn't do it. 

But tonight? 

Tonight I am going to have some vodka on ice with lime and hopefully drown some of the sick aches in drunkenness - I'm going to watch The Walking Dead and Hell on Wheels with Dan and just keep drinking until I forget what I've watched and it's suddenly morning. 

Also, I got Stephen King's new book yesterday, 11/22/63, and it is already great. I'm going to read that until I can't see the words any more, I am going to cover my mouth, and in the morning, hopefully, I will be better.