Eep

*pokes head around the door*
I’m writing. That’s my excuse.

And furnishing. Bloody empty house.

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Meep!

I’m back. I think. I hope. I had forogtten what getting a new job in a different country can entail. So much bullshit and paperwork over the last couple of months. I’m finaly out of the woods though, and more than that I have finally managed to clear my head above the grey clouds it was all creating for me. I feel like I can think again. I feel free!

My head is empty though. One the one hand it’s great that it’s just ready and waiting to be filled. On the other, I feel weird with no current WIP or even any kind of plan for what to write next. It feels strange, like that moment at the beginning of a race when you are just waiting for the off.

NaNoWriMo Day 0

My partner infected me with his cold or flu. A great start to the November writing marathon, I’ve been awake all night and asleep all day and am now wondering what I can do to catch up with a handful of painkillers in my system. I might have to write today off. Still, a lot of the day left, but painkillers will only help me so far.

Looking at the screen for longer than 5 minutes makes my eyes want to explode. Not giving up! Pen and paper still count.

Going to watch a movie and eat chocolate. Then write.

Note: Doh, just realised it’s still Cctober. Of course it is, it’s Halloween. This cold has really done a number on me.