I managed to contract the flu. I'm guessing it is the flu largely because of the fever and chills. That wasn't fun. It lasted the week and into the weekend.
Wednesday and Thursday proved difficult for me. I couldn't write. I did try, but obviously not hard enough. managed maybe two hundred words over those two days. I mean, it was better than nothing at all, but I'm disappointed in myself.
Friday I rallied to make at least that day a success. I wrote my goals for that day; a thousand words on the Your Very Own Adventure story Skara Braens. It was the first week of the new year, and time to get voting going again. I do have fun with these stories.
I also managed to get a thousand words written on my grim dark fantasy Soldier. I do love this story so, so, so much, but writing it is draining as hell. It's a tough story about a child who feels unloved. We've all been there, right? It's dragging up a lot of shit for me and it's hard to get through. On the bright side, hopefully that means it'll read as deeply authentic. Who knows? It's almost finished in any case. I can soon file it away for a few months in preparation for a deep edit.
Outlander, however, has fallen far behind. It's a much lighter romp - though not too light, let's be honest. I am, after all, writing it. I am now four thousand words behind my goal. This is disappointing. I will try to make that up in the coming weeks, but for now I'll be happy if I can stick to my goal of two thousand words a day.
As it happens, I'm still not well, but it's calmed down to just fatigue and sore throat and stuffy nose. I'm well enough to be writing, so hopefully I shall hit my target today. Fingers crossed.
The weekend was a complete waste. I spent the majority of it in bed. I did manage to get out Saturday night to see a performance of Shen Yun. I had heard a lot about it, but hadn't had the chance to see it. It was a mixed bag, I'll be honest.
I adored the classical Chinese dance, I adored the folk dances. I was less impressed with the propaganda ascpect of the show. Unbeknownst to me, the show was created and toured by practioners of Falun Dafa, a cult-like religion that has been harshly persecuted in China. I do not, I want it stated for the record, agree with that persecution. And if the show had made a note that funds would go in support of Falun Dafa practitioners in China, I'd have been all for it.
However, several of the pieces felt a little too much like a recruitment campaign. It reminded me uncomfortably of church camps.
It was about a subtle as a sledgehammer, which was disappointing, because there was so much to love about Shen Yun.
Saturday was the day I had meant to clean my room. But I couldn't, bedridden as I was.
Sunday I was similarly bedridden.
I'm at work today, but only because I'm unwilling to use up my sick days so soon in the year. I will be livestreaming tonight on twitch (I'm playing Uncharted 4: A Theif's End) at 7pm as usual. There will be lots of tea, in the hopes that I don't kill my voice while playing. Possibly whiskey. You are invited to join me. Here's my Twitch channel.
Plenty of warning, there will be a lot of swearing. I also might lose my voice.
Right, now I have to settle in and start writing. Have a good day everyone.