Am feeling under the weather.
Wait. That sounds like a cue for a song.
The stomach gripes started last night sometime and haven’t let up yet. You know the ones; when it feels like someone has plunged their hand into your gut and is squeezing your stomach and intestines from within. Wringing everything out of them. Squeezing every last lingering ounce of pain that wakes you up and leaves you feeling washed out and miserable.
I don’t do ‘being unwell’ with grace. I am blessed with pretty good health and other than the odd cold here and there, don’t normally have anything to complain about. This is a mixed blessing because when I do feel rotten, I do it wholeheartedly.
Small Son has been looking after me though. He fetched me cups of tea, offered to make me warm milk and honey to ‘settle your stomach, mum’ and is just generally a pleasure to have around. I’m upset though, because tomorrow is Mother’s Day. Dearly Beloved will be working, so we were going to go out for a meal tonight instead of tomorrow and now that’s not going to happen. I feel like the universe is robbing me of something precious. Even more so given that Small Son goes back to his dad’s tomorrow evening as well. Ha ha, universe, not funny.
I’ve been having some angst over Accursed Eternity to the point that I almost deleted it last night. Then, with a bit of a discussion with one of the other authors and a simple suggestion on his part, it feels fixed. The problem in this instance was structure and pacing. Short stories are pretty easy to pace and novels sort of take care of themselves as well. But the 30,000 word constraint of a novella is kind of weird in terms of build and action. I think the suggestion works though and when I’m not feeling quite so bleurgh, I will press on and restructure what I have based on what I’ve already written. I’m acutely aware that there is a certain scene that has echoes of void war stuff I’ve just written in The Gildar Rift and don’t want to start replicating myself.
Void war, though.
Battlefleet Gothic ships…
So not much writing has gotten done today. Actually, that’s an understatement. It’s why I’m writing a blog entry because if I don’t, I won’t have written anything today and that’s not good. Think I shall throw myself more bodily into it when I’m not feeling like I’ve been hit by a bus.
Get up, shut up, give me Nurofen Plus…