I admit I've had a rough time writing lately. The last four months were fairly productive despite the setbacks from me not being clear with my formatter about what I needed for Zombie Goddess. But something changed after Christmas.
We're two weeks into the new year, and I haven't hit six-thousand-word mark yet. Usually, I'm suffering from seasonal affective disorder this time of the year, which in my case is due to the drop in Vitamin D. But none of my usual tricks for upping Vitamin D or writing words have been working.
Another factor has been the flu GK came down with the day school restarted. It was bad enough our family doctor put him on some heavy-duty drugs to prevent the fluid in his lungs from turning into pneumonia. And guess who started showing the initial symptoms of that same damn flu Saturday night?
It doesn't mean everything's hopeless and I'll never write again. (Which, let's face it, is what some writers starting whining in these situations.) Instead, I tried something new. I bought some scented felt-tip markers off the clearance rack Friday night, and I got out one of my Wonder Woman coloring books I bought this fall. Saturday, I spent the Falcons-Seahawks and part of the Texans-Patriots game coloring a picture of WW and Harley Quinn. Sunday, I divided my time between reading, watching Die Hard and Rush Hour, and cheering (quietly) for the Steelers. After the game, I wrote a couple of sentences, just because one of my goals this year is to keep my zero-word days to less than once a month.
Hey, any progress is still progress!
So what about today?
As you're reading this, I should be sitting in Tim Horton's trying to hit four-figures on my daily wordcount if I'm feeling better. If I do have GK's germs (he had three days of headaches before the puking and deep-seated chest congestion started), I'll break my writing into short sessions between episodes of Supernatural and green tea.
It's part of being a professional writer, folks. You have to keep going forward.