Wow – how gorgeously vague, that title, and applicable to so many things!
Battle scenario A) My war against a low wordcount. Oh, that one is going to go on awhile longer…
Battle scenario B) My war against a draughty flat. Hung some lined curtains today. I am officially one-up on winter.
Battle scenario C) My war against the mutant strain of plague that has been sucking life from me — alternating between subtle and severe tactics — for weeks. Yup, I’m front line on that sonofabitch again.
Ah, illness. My old companion of misery, chum of listlessness, bringer of phlegm. How could I live without you. You gave me a glimmer of wellness and then snatched it away. Ye bastard.
My head hurts and I’ve taken all the pain killers I can without reaching moose tranquillising levels.
Argh. Grrr. Whimper.
The worst part of feeling ill for more than two weeks? I was secretly enrolled in NaNoWriMo. Some of you may have suspected, some of you knew, and many of you wouldn’t have known. I didn’t even tell Neil about it. Unfortunately, this cold has chopped my NaNoWriMo month down from the already difficult 30 days, to less than half that for me. I was going to complete my first novel in one month, but as it stands now I have 10,393 words done and four days of NaNoWriMo left. I work two of those, and with this cold rearing its ugly head again, will collapse into bed at the end of each day just to be able to get up again the next. Up until I woke this morning — with a cough and head pain flaring up again — I was hopeful that I would still pull 40,000 words out of the bag and claim victory. It wouldn’t be the first time I laugh in the face of an impossible deadline! Well, that optimism died this morning.
So what now?
I’m not giving up on the book. In fact, I kind of have a deal with myself: add two weeks more onto my own personal NaNoWriMo. Sure, I fail the ‘official’ target and don’t get to claim any NaNoWriMo glory through their site, but I’m going to finish this first draft of my novel in 30 “well” days. The illness has been beyond my control. I can’t beat myself up for that.
Perhaps a realistic goal would be to complete the novel by Christmas. Success– a gift to myself.
Yeah, that sounds pretty good.
And now you all are witnesses to the pledge. 😉