With this increasingly better health, I've had much more energy, which is good, because it helps me work really hard at training. If I keep improving then I'll be back to my early morning at the gym workouts soon. I'm actually looking forward to that. I'm also looking forward to February, when the no-swim rule because of my new tattoo is lifted. I'll be in the pool in the mornings three days a week, and that makes me happy.
Also nervous, because it's been years since I've done any serious swimming. I expect to be really shit at first.
Fingers crossed I won't drown.
First though, I need this cough to go away. That would be lovely.
So far this week I've been on track with my writing goals. That's a pretty big deal because I've failed so badly the previous weeks. However, something unexpected happened while writing yesterday. My brain, or the story that is currently controlling my brain (the jury's out on who is really in charge here), killed a character. I rather liked this character, and I honestly thought, when the story started, that he'd be around the whole story.
I actually haven't written the death yet. That scene is still in progress. That means my arsehole brain is playing the scene over and over in my head. I've watched this character die quite a lot now. I've listened to his last words. I've seen another character emotionally shut down before completely breaking down. I've seen so many people weeping.
Over and over and over.
I hate my brain.
That what my brain does. When a scene forms there, it plays on repeat until it comes out of my fingers, either into my computer or onto a page.
Honestly, if I wasn't writing, I'm pretty sure that I'd go absolutely stark raving mad.
Is there anything that your brain does that you really hate? I can't be the only one! Let me know in the comments.