Gathering My Weapons: ROW80 Check In
The enemy creeps around my house, knowing we are ripe for the taking. I know better than to invite it in, and I've gathered all the weapons I can find. Garlic, crosses, and Holy water are for a different evil. One that is more easily defeated.
The evil I fight has no mercy and enjoys revisiting former victims. I've prayed for it to not return and visited specialists to get rid of it... yet Strep strikes again.
I knew I was feeling under the weather, but we'd been through our sicknesses. The whole family had Strep mere weeks ago. Antibiotics have flowed freely, toothbrushes were thrown away, things were disinfected... all to no avail.
I planned to be strong, push through--take some pill-based bravery. Then the phone call from school and subsequent doctor visit. Daughter #2 couldn't fiight it any longer. One down, Mama struggling, three more to go?
Yesterday was spent on taxes and organizing the business side of writing. I rocked it, although I wasn't smart enough to list it as a ROW80 goal. Finishing it cleared the way for writing today. I had some editing to finish first this morning, and again I rocked it.
Strep must have been laughing the whole time. By noon, I was staring into space feeling completely rundown. Then the call. Two and a half hours later (doctor plus CVS), we were back home.
Strep 1.5, Writing 0
Okay, not zero. I rewrote the same 300 words four times today trying to get it just right. I wanted it to sing, because it's a pivotal part of my WIP. It was whimpering along. Does rewriting 300 words four times count as 1,200 words? If so, I rocked writing, too!
I'm heading off to bed with what I hope will be a good book, so maybe all is not lost.
The evil I fight has no mercy and enjoys revisiting former victims. I've prayed for it to not return and visited specialists to get rid of it... yet Strep strikes again.
I knew I was feeling under the weather, but we'd been through our sicknesses. The whole family had Strep mere weeks ago. Antibiotics have flowed freely, toothbrushes were thrown away, things were disinfected... all to no avail.
I planned to be strong, push through--take some pill-based bravery. Then the phone call from school and subsequent doctor visit. Daughter #2 couldn't fiight it any longer. One down, Mama struggling, three more to go?
Yesterday was spent on taxes and organizing the business side of writing. I rocked it, although I wasn't smart enough to list it as a ROW80 goal. Finishing it cleared the way for writing today. I had some editing to finish first this morning, and again I rocked it.
Strep must have been laughing the whole time. By noon, I was staring into space feeling completely rundown. Then the call. Two and a half hours later (doctor plus CVS), we were back home.
Strep 1.5, Writing 0
Okay, not zero. I rewrote the same 300 words four times today trying to get it just right. I wanted it to sing, because it's a pivotal part of my WIP. It was whimpering along. Does rewriting 300 words four times count as 1,200 words? If so, I rocked writing, too!
I'm heading off to bed with what I hope will be a good book, so maybe all is not lost.
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