So last Tuesday I was struck by a sickness in the same way that tanks are struck by armour-piercing, fin-stabilized discarding sabots.
That is to say, I was wrecked.
It's been a week, and I'm finally starting to shake off the last of the sickness. Still blowing my nose just shy of constantly and still short on breath, but definitely, unquestionably better.
Which is good! Because there is still a tonne of work to do. Writing to be written! Writer Groups to group! And so on.
I sent out my last finished novel to "my agent", who I should point out is not yet my agent, but hopefully she likes it. Because if not, it's going to be at least a few months before I try again... the novel I'm writing right now hasn't finished its first draft yet.
And, of course, I have a dozen novel ideas sitting at the sidelines, all begging me for a chance to get on paper (well, digital paper... you get the idea), but that involves me finishing THIS novel first. I managed to get a few thousand words done while sick, but not much else for it, unfortunately.
Anyway, I should get back to writing! I've been reading Scum and Villiany, which is a lot of fun (an RPG set in the Blades in the Dark rule set, but in a science-fiction setting because of course it is), and the second book in the Locke Lamorra series (Red Seas under Red Skies), which is also a tonne of fun. Good fodder for my own writing!