Let’s be honest. I’m a bit of a hypochondriac. I get it from my Mother. She’s been kvetching about a myriad of deadly phantom illnesses for decades. Now that she has retired, she spends her time ticking off the days until the grim reaper stops by. It makes me sad. I’ve told her that she may have another twenty years in her and should turn off the tv and go have fun. She won’t listen. I’ve stopped trying to convince her.
I’m pretty sure I have seasonal affective disorder. Severity level is up for debate. Every winter, I get more and more tired. I cannot get enough sleep. My exercise regimen has slipped. I haven’t been hitting the gym to swim since the start of the new year. I’m too exhausted. During the day at work, I have been consuming a lot of candy. Sugar is the only thing that keeps me going.
All this blah makes focusing on writing difficult. I have good days where I hit 2,000 words and bad days where I’m lucky if I hit 500. I do try to force myself to be consistent. I sit in front of the screen daily even if I don’t crank out that much content. I am making progress on hitting my plot elements. I am at the resolution phase of the book. The quality of my dialogue is still questionable. It may be that I am being overly critical. It may be that I need an editor! I am feeling great about my story and structure. I know this is what matters most. Onward!