The best laid plans,,,

I have to say, I stuck to my plan pretty well: write a minimum of 1,000 words every day. I can say I wrote 100 pages of my work in progress, chugging ahead like the little engine that could.

Then…oh then, a virus struck. Not my computer, but me. I won’t go into the dreadful details but suffice it to say you have to be pretty sick to lose 10 pounds in two days. I took a week to recuperate, lying on the couch, petting the kitties and sipping ginger ale. sick

By the time I felt better, it was the holidays and I drove 6 hours to St. Simons Island to spend Christmas with family.

Because I am the Grandma, I got to be waited on, which was nice. I didn’t bake the cookies I was supposed to bring, or make the fudge, but I bought some goodies that were probably better than any I could have made and was forgiven.

Then it was New Year’s which I spent with family a little closer to home and brought back with me a nice chest cold. So I have spent the last week lying on the couch, petting kitties and sipping hot tea with ginger and lemon.

And my 100 pages did not increase by so much as a paragraph.

Life has to get back to normal. I have meetings coming up that I must attend, and a program to prepare for my writing group.  I need to get back to my exercise schedule. I need to get back to my writing.

The last two weengineeks have shown me that we can plot and plan all we want, but life kinda kicks you in the head every once in awhile. The important thing, I tell myself as I look longingly at the couch and the afghan crumpled in the corner, is to get back up and keep going.

I need to get my little engine back on track and start chugging again.

 

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. CrizGazr
    Jan 08, 2017 @ 08:25:05

    Oh, Sandy, I’m glad you are feeling better! Take it easy on yourself. The holidays can be rough on your immune system!
    I recently made the same analogy of chugging along and I envisioned ‘the little engine that could’… I was envisioning the Cog Railroad in NH chugging slowly up Mount Washington. Then, I had an epiphany -why is my train on a mountain? –and on the toughest train route? How very Marine Corps of me. Maybe, as I get older my train’s route should be across the prairies or along the coast… How about even downhill? Maybe, when I’m in my 90’s my train is the one under the Christmas tree 🙂
    Or as my best friend asked, “do you even need a train? can’t you just write?”
    No, I need my analogies, my metaphors and my train! 🙂
    Take it easy, I do know getting anything done in a hospital bed is impossible!

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