queenoftheskies

I'm trying to remind myself that it's only November 10, and that I have plenty of time to catch up and blow past my November goals, but I've been dragging so badly for the past three days that it seems like over half the month is gone already and there's no chance of catching up.

Thank heavens I finished NaNo on Monday and didn't get behind on that. So, I've met at least one goal. Hooray!

I wanted to finish the novel by Thanksgiving, but...well, we'll see how it goes. Might have to revise that goal to the end of the month, but I'd really like some time to look over it and smooth things out a bit before I declare the rough draft finished.

Got sick with a cold on Tuesday. I'm sure it was cause I was burning the candle at both ends, not just cause my youngest son had a cold that I caught.

But, yesterday, I came down with this nasty stomach thing, too. I don't think it's the flu. I think it's something I had two years ago, and I think it has more to do with my body just protesting over me going non-stop all the time, stressing, etc. than anything else.

Two years ago, it hit me so hard that I couldn't even write for two months. I missed a little work time (not much cause I had no back up as Controller), but mostly, I went to work and cried when nobody was looking cause I felt so awful and then went home and slept and slept and rarely even ate. I had to force myself to eat lunch every day. That was about the only meal I managed.

This time, it's not yet that bad, thank heavens. Though I'm already so tired that all I want to do is sleep. I'm not going to talk about the nasty symptoms.

I've managed maybe 500 words/day lately, but haven't even had the energy to post to my LJ at night.

Going out of town tomorrow around noon. Won't be back until Sunday afternoon.

Next week, I'm supposed to drive down to Santa Ana every day for training on a new computer cost accounting system with a total three hour commute every day.

So, I've been lamenting the fact that, if I don't start feeling better soon, with everything I've got going on, I might end up not even finishing the novel this month.

That would be a tragedy because I've really worked hard on setting this one up and writing straight through, and I really want it all to work.

Hope I feel like writing some tonight, but I don't think I'll get home until maybe 6:30. Pick up kids at 5:00, but then I have to go grocery shopping so they have food while I'm out of town.

Ick. I don't want to go to the store.

I'm crossing my fingers that I'll feel better tomorrow if I can get some decent sleep tonight.

I didn't last night. Being sick kept me awake a lot of the night. Bleh.

Enough complaining. Time to stop lamenting and try to figure a way out of this mess.

I know I can come up with something.