I know I should have expected it, but I’m an eternal optimist and am much more likely to believe that the great plan will actually come off, rather than worrying about what is going to derail it.
So I was hit by the oncoming train of a stinking cold. Surprisingly this was great news. For those who don’t know, I have had ME, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome for the last five or so years. During that time my immune system has worked in constant overdrive and I have caught no colds or bugs.
My occupational therapist at the clinic where I was taught to manage my condition said that when I got a cold it was a good sign, my system would be beginning to behave a bit more normally; which is why having the cold was great news!
However, it wasn’t great for my writing schedule. The cold filled my head so much that there was no room in there for writing or thinking about writing. So, being kind to myself and not beating myself up, I let my body recover and ended up not writing for a week.
I’m glad to say that this morning I was back at my desk bright and early. I picked up the thread easily enough and wrote 1200 words.
One of my greatest lessons of the last few years has been learning to accept that plans don’t always come off and in each one there is room for life to intervene. I’m cool with that now. As they say ‘shit happens’ and beating myself about it not being as perfect as my vision is a waste of my limited energy resources.
The knock on effect of the cold is that my current novel wasn’t finished by the end of October, so the dream of doing NaNoWriMo this year is out of the window. But, hey, there will be other years and the next book is still waiting in the wings, ready when I get there.
So to all those who are doing NaNo, good luck and enjoy the manic writing and turn off the editor!