Well... I'm alive.
I was being sarcastic, if you hadn't already guessed.
Yes, I'm still feeling very fatigued. Luckily, however, it has abated somewhat. Spending all day in bed yesterday probably helped. So did training, probably. I went to training last night despite being tired as all Hell. Around 4:00pm, I decided that I'd had enough of moping around feeling sorry for myself and decided to go to training. It was probably the best decision I could have made, really.
Though I didn't do very well in my pre-training weight session (the next difficulty level designed to get me closer to doing a pull up all on my own proved far too difficult... Unrelated, I hate everything), I at least managed to survive the night. I couldn't do that Monday. I managed kick-boxing, then crashed hard.
Hopefully this means I'm on the road to recovery and I will soon be my normal healthy self. Fingers crossed! I'm still tired as all Hell, though.
Sad news I learnt this morning, there is no space left at Ottawa ComicCon, so it is highly unlikely I will be able to get a table there. This makes me very sad as I have sold every year that ComicCon has been here, and I have always had a wonderful time connecting with everyone. I have asked to be put on the waiting list, in case a miracle happens and a space opens up. It is very unlikely, and so I must resign myself to the fact that I won't be at next year's Ottawa ComicCon. Please excuse me while I weep uncontrollably.
To cheer yourselves up, read THIS article by the always hilarious and often very right writer Chuck Wendig. It's about finishing that manuscript you've been working on, and it is funny, true, and quite pertinent. All writers have had issues with manuscripts (my struggles with Human are a fine example), but even still, it is important that a manuscript gets finished.
On the agenda today, which hasn't been all the different from my schedule the last ten months of the year, Welsh lessons in the morning, and Human this afternoon. Actually, it's going to be a very brief editing session, as I have to read A Spell for Chameleon by Piers Anthony for this weekend's Silver Stag Entertainment filming. This book is the first in the Xanth series and I remember loving that series growing up. I hope the book holds up to my anticipation.
It's nice to hold a physical copy of a book again. I have had audio books for some of the episodes of Nights at the Round Table, and it's just not the same. I much prefer having something in hand. Incidentally, I recently read an article stating that even six minutes of reading can be more relaxing than listening to music, going for a walk or even settling down with a cup of tea. You can read the article for yourself HERE if you like.
I am hardly surprised. I read a lot in high school, and my reading always increased in times of higher stress. I have said it before, and I will say it again, books are the reason I'm alive today. They saved my life in my teenage years.
Anyway, the point is, I'm glad to be getting stuck into a book again, and I'm even more glad that it's a physical copy. The small things in life make me happy!
Right, I have to get on with my Welsh lesson. I'm moving onto lesson eleven today, even though I don't think I have lessons nine and ten down properly yet. Still, must keep moving forward.
Have a good day, all.