Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Of phlegm, weight and writing

It's been a bit longer than I anticipated since my last post, and right off the bat, I want to thank everyone for the outpouring of support from you all.

My own fitness plans have been sidelined a bit with a bout of sickness here at home. Bren managed to collect every cold within a 25-mile radius of her workplace, put it all in a bottle, took the mixture home, bathed in it like she was in a hot tub, and then, after it had properly marinated her entire being, she gave it to me. She's a bit further along in her recover timeline, and I'm kicking and screaming as whatever foul force that has taken control of my throat, nose and lungs drags me into coughing fits of doom and sticky gloom.

This was (of course!) after a bout of food poisoning that introduced me to the worst pain I've ever experienced in my life. (I suddenly understand now why characters in zombie movies that are succumbing to a zombie infection often grab their stomach and moan.) The food poisoning passed . . . after using up time off from work that left me with no time to take off to nurse this head cold.

The DayQuil is leaving with me some very foggy glasses ad headphones through which to experience the world, which made my writing VERY interesting yesterday afternoon. Normally I don't go back and reread what I just wrote until I've had some proper distance from the words, but today over lunch, I revisited yesterday's output. Wow.

I'll get back to my writing in a moment, but to sum up my fitness track right now, it's nonexistent. Once I knock the head cold, I'll be making a way to get to the gym three days a week and important part of my schedule. It has to happen, YOU HEAR THAT HEAD COLD!

Writing-wise, I'm in the middle of two short stories. I'm slowly learning I really struggle with working on one piece at a time, and for now, I don't think that's a bad thing. The stories I sold last year were start-and-stop projects; the stories that haven't found a home were not. When I settle into a longer fiction piece, this may change, but for now, I'm okay with that.

If past experiences have taught me anything, this means I should have two short stories first-draft-completed by the end of this month (sooner if I ever move out of medicine-head-land). I also have a longer non-fiction-ish piece that still needs some love massaged into it.

Thanks again for all the support. It means the world to me, and I'll certainly keep this interested updated re: my fitness goals here at Plan D.

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