Sinus inflammation, writing problems

I am sick today. I hate being sick. I couldn't -- couldn't -- get out of bed, except to stumble to the bathroom -- until two o'clock.
It appears to be sinus infection. It's causing the fibromyalgia to flare and attack viciously. Everything hurts. I'm horribly dizzy. Gah.

Adam sent in his vote last night, since as an election judge he needs to vote early. He's not telling anyone, not even me. He voted with his conscious, he voted for the world he wants to live in. I've decided I won't tell anyone who I vote for either.

I'm eating a grilled cheese sandwich: mozzarella on whole grain honey oat bread.

I'll work on the novel until my fingers ache.

Also, I'm just feeling crappy in general. I had to defend my writerbrain when I didn't even know how to convey the personal frustration, and now I just don't want to talk to anyone at all about the novel's progress. It's not writer's block, it's word block, and I don't care if he thinks I should give up, I'm going to get the words out. I need to focus and concentrate more. I need to fix my writerbrain and my distractions. And I will. But I'm not doing it for anyone except myself. So fuck off.

Sinus inflammation, writing problems

I am sick today. I hate being sick. I couldn't -- couldn't -- get out of bed, except to stumble to the bathroom -- until two o'clock.
It appears to be sinus infection. It's causing the fibromyalgia to flare and attack viciously. Everything hurts. I'm horribly dizzy. Gah.

Adam sent in his vote last night, since as an election judge he needs to vote early. He's not telling anyone, not even me. He voted with his conscious, he voted for the world he wants to live in. I've decided I won't tell anyone who I vote for either.

I'm eating a grilled cheese sandwich: mozzarella on whole grain honey oat bread.

I'll work on the novel until my fingers ache.

Also, I'm just feeling crappy in general. I had to defend my writerbrain when I didn't even know how to convey the personal frustration, and now I just don't want to talk to anyone at all about the novel's progress. It's not writer's block, it's word block, and I don't care if he thinks I should give up, I'm going to get the words out. I need to focus and concentrate more. I need to fix my writerbrain and my distractions. And I will. But I'm not doing it for anyone except myself. So fuck off.

Sinus inflammation, writing problems

I am sick today. I hate being sick. I couldn't -- couldn't -- get out of bed, except to stumble to the bathroom -- until two o'clock.
It appears to be sinus infection. It's causing the fibromyalgia to flare and attack viciously. Everything hurts. I'm horribly dizzy. Gah.

Adam sent in his vote last night, since as an election judge he needs to vote early. He's not telling anyone, not even me. He voted with his conscious, he voted for the world he wants to live in. I've decided I won't tell anyone who I vote for either.

I'm eating a grilled cheese sandwich: mozzarella on whole grain honey oat bread.

I'll work on the novel until my fingers ache.

Also, I'm just feeling crappy in general. I had to defend my writerbrain when I didn't even know how to convey the personal frustration, and now I just don't want to talk to anyone at all about the novel's progress. It's not writer's block, it's word block, and I don't care if he thinks I should give up, I'm going to get the words out. I need to focus and concentrate more. I need to fix my writerbrain and my distractions. And I will. But I'm not doing it for anyone except myself. So fuck off.