The month started off so well! It was truly wonderful. The words were flowing, I slipped into my writing groove with ease and I was really enjoying my novella. So much. And then we got to the 5th of December and sickness entered my house, and you know, you just know, that you can never get away with only one person falling ill.
So for the last five days I have been dealing with a lot of vomit. None of it mine, for the record. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve been puked on, though I can say I have had to clean all four mattresses, several duvets and sets of sheets and just about every blanket, towel and bowl in the house.
It was actually okay, until Saturday anyway. I was holding it together. Tending to my dear children’s needs as well as meeting my own by maintaining my 1,000 word a day output. And then Nati got hit at 115am Sat morning and I didn’t really get any sleep after that. All three kids were their sickest on Saturday and I was running on fumes, and I had a skip bin that needed to be loaded with the contents of my garden shed (which contained piles of timber with millions of nails, very old chemicals, broken glass and other assorted nastiness that I was desperate to get rid of).
Ah yes, this is life.
In my coffee fueled, sleep deprived, crazy state of Saturday morning I told a writer friend I was going to get my words out. And he laughed at me.
And now I am laughing too. Sometimes, I’m delusional, and I can admit that. Ah, I make me giggle sometimes. Needless to say, I managed about 100 words over the weekend, and I’m okay with that. The fact that I am now 2k behind my projected word count doesn’t actually bother me. Writing will happen, because I’m a writer, but life happens too and there is nothing anyone can do to stop it.
P.S: I DID get the garden shed emptied, and the kids are all out of puketown now, so that just adds some awesome to the start of this new week.