Today, for some unintelligible reason, has been a stressful one. The only thing I’ve wanted to do today – as well as need to do – is work on the novel and increase final draft production. Have I been able to do this? No. Why? I can’t point at one single reason!
There just seems to be some sort of conspiracy happening today that, no matter how much I get done, there is never enough time to sit and write. It grew to such a discomforting level a stress headache began forming so I called a halt to everything requiring my attention other than the novel and, at The Suggestion of a cup of tea, I quickly took him up on said cuppa.
(Along with the tea – pumpkin spice with three lumps of sugar, yum – I made sure to drink some water in case I was becoming dehydrated.)
After just a couple of sips, I began to feel better. The headache was still present, but I felt confident the tea would correct it, and it did. Along with the tea, I roamed the Internet and sighed a lot, at first, because much of what I read was sad and depressing. Deciding my time was best served reading something other than ‘dreary’, I followed random links and found myself smiling. Then, just as I was booting up Word, I noticed the dogs were splayed around me sleeping and no one else was in the dining room, which is where I seem to prefer to write, except me, and said dogs.
However, the question remains: How much work will I be able to get done with what’s left of today? And, yes, I know I am taking up time to write a blog post, but there are times when there just needs to be space to breathe, think, prepare. Blogging helps me do this. Maybe it helps because blog posts are read, which means I am not completely alone; it is just you all are not in the dining room. This is good, because the dining room isn’t all that big to hold everyone.
Now, off to work for me.