Good morning, Readers.
Though, probably by the time you read this it will be afternoon. I'm late getting this out to you as I just woke up. It seems that after the last few weeks my body has had enough. It's done. I'm not sure it it's a cold exactly, though I was sneezing a lot and coughing occasionally, I do have a runny nose, and my lungs seems to be working harder than usual. The real issue though is the extreme fatigue. I made it through kickboxing last night, but that was it. I was so dead on my feet, I found a corner to curl up in before one of my friends decided to leave early and I could get a lift home.
I woke up this morning around eleven o'clock, though I woke first with my alarm, but I just couldn't get out of bed, so I called in sick today.
Honest question, does anyone else feel obscenely guilty for taking days off work? I do. It bothers me to use the sick days available, even if I'm feeling unwell. In my head, I'm always thinking that I'm still alive, therefore I should still be going to work. Perhaps it stems from my retail days when if I didn't work, I didn't get paid. The number of people I infected because I couldn't afford to take a day off...
In any case, I always feel really bad for taking a day off work for any reason. Today is no different. Even if I am apparently so, so exhausted I slept for eleven hours straight and will be returning to bed very shortly.
In other, much happier news, I wrote the very last words of Human yesterday. There was a facetious Facebook post about it, but that was the extent of my celebrations. Why? Well, because I know now that the real work begins. I have to go through the manuscript and fix everything up. I feel certain that this one in particular is a colossal mess, so it's going to be a lot of work to fix.
Despite the condition of the manuscript, I really am excited to get to this last stage of the first draft completion process. As I was showering last night, I thought of a couple of scenes that I will need to include in order the strengthen the relationship between Aleksandar and another character, which will be incredibly important for the ending of the book.
Mostly though, I'm just excited about filing this book away for a couple of months while I work on Daughters of Britain. I'm really looking forward to that story, and writing that character. Just a warning to my friends reading this, I have a habit of taking on the characteristics of the characters I write for the period of time I'm writing them, so, for about three months, I will probably be sassy, bitter and angry all the time.
Just so you know, it's not you, it's Meredei.
I am insane.
The work, however, will have to wait a day. Just getting up and preparing breakfast (which at this hour is really brunch) has me exhausted again, so I'm going to go back to bed and sleep some more. Perhaps it'll help.
Though, probably by the time you read this it will be afternoon. I'm late getting this out to you as I just woke up. It seems that after the last few weeks my body has had enough. It's done. I'm not sure it it's a cold exactly, though I was sneezing a lot and coughing occasionally, I do have a runny nose, and my lungs seems to be working harder than usual. The real issue though is the extreme fatigue. I made it through kickboxing last night, but that was it. I was so dead on my feet, I found a corner to curl up in before one of my friends decided to leave early and I could get a lift home.
I woke up this morning around eleven o'clock, though I woke first with my alarm, but I just couldn't get out of bed, so I called in sick today.
Honest question, does anyone else feel obscenely guilty for taking days off work? I do. It bothers me to use the sick days available, even if I'm feeling unwell. In my head, I'm always thinking that I'm still alive, therefore I should still be going to work. Perhaps it stems from my retail days when if I didn't work, I didn't get paid. The number of people I infected because I couldn't afford to take a day off...
In any case, I always feel really bad for taking a day off work for any reason. Today is no different. Even if I am apparently so, so exhausted I slept for eleven hours straight and will be returning to bed very shortly.
In other, much happier news, I wrote the very last words of Human yesterday. There was a facetious Facebook post about it, but that was the extent of my celebrations. Why? Well, because I know now that the real work begins. I have to go through the manuscript and fix everything up. I feel certain that this one in particular is a colossal mess, so it's going to be a lot of work to fix.
Despite the condition of the manuscript, I really am excited to get to this last stage of the first draft completion process. As I was showering last night, I thought of a couple of scenes that I will need to include in order the strengthen the relationship between Aleksandar and another character, which will be incredibly important for the ending of the book.
Mostly though, I'm just excited about filing this book away for a couple of months while I work on Daughters of Britain. I'm really looking forward to that story, and writing that character. Just a warning to my friends reading this, I have a habit of taking on the characteristics of the characters I write for the period of time I'm writing them, so, for about three months, I will probably be sassy, bitter and angry all the time.
Just so you know, it's not you, it's Meredei.
I am insane.
The work, however, will have to wait a day. Just getting up and preparing breakfast (which at this hour is really brunch) has me exhausted again, so I'm going to go back to bed and sleep some more. Perhaps it'll help.
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Ciao!
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