I’m talking about my productivity. I wrote maybe 100 words total. I kept hating every word I wrote. Part of it is psyching myself out. The other parts…
2) germ filled.
I started off ROW80 sick. My daughter had given me the illness, so I knew by Wednesday I’d be okay. But on Tuesday, she decided to start a new illness. Wednesday son joined her. And my husband, Mr. Never-Really-Gets-That-Sick, joined them for two guest appearances. Maybe because my body was on overdrive from tummy flu, I missed joining them and was left to take care of my sickies.
3) seriously miserable.
This week was the most miserable spring break ever. Yes, my kids were on spring break. They basically spent it surrounded by sick people/being sick. It feels really crappy, especially if you compare it with last year (we went to Miami to see family and took a detour for a one day visit to Disney). I feel guilty and upset at myself for bringing them such a bummer vacation.
With all the above, it is no wonder that my sanity started being questionable. Okay, fine! My sanity became more questionable than usual. But thanks to guilty pleasures (like drawing ->)
and a wonderful husband… I have survived (thus far).
But here’s how it is going to be. Next check-in, I’ll have 500 words I won’t hate on that steampunk story. I won’t hate it because I’m just going to go for it, as I always have. Screw that pressure I keep putting on myself. That’s bad me. Nose smack with a newspaper, go stand in the corner, no cookie bad. So, I have to stop doing that.
I’ll also really start thinking about summer. This week made me see some possible future issues. Better to swerve and still hit than to crash head on. (Honestly, I have no clue WTF I was trying to say there. Can we pretend I made sense? Please?)