Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Just When I Thought I was Home Free

I got sidelined again by the dreaded bacteria in my system. Apparently, hot flashes aren't accompanied by fevers of 100 degrees. Darn it! Called the doctor and had to go in for a rosephin antibiotic shot to battle the peptostreptococcus magnus bacteria refusing to leave my system. Argh!! That meant going and getting squeezed in where they could fit me and pretty much ate up an hour and a half of my time. Blah. But the nurse was kind and the shot didn't hurt as bad as the last time I had it.

Let's hope it works! Meanwhile, I head back to the doctor for a follow-up tomorrow morning at 8:30AM to see if I am healing properly. God, I hope I am. I am so sick of this interfering with my life. And I am a bit frightened as well. This is a bacteria in my abdomen! Visions of hospitals and IVs and more doom dance through my head on a regular basis right now.

The only thing that is keeping me sane is the writing. I managed to work on the first two chapters this morning. I utilized a judge's edit (very kind!) and feel better about the story overall. And the comments about the beginning were good, so no need to change much other than the "kiss" scene. I think I can manage it. This afternoon I plunked down some more stuff for the query by cutting and pasting different ideas together as well as pieces of another short synopsis I had written eons ago. 

Now to work on the actual synopsis. I have one. It's not perfect, but it is done. I plan to go into it and make sure I have all the main plot points in it, as well as something that shows my characters and my writing voice. Baby steps. It's all baby steps. I figure if I spend an hour a day on the dreaded and dastardly thing, I might have one ready by May 2nd.

Writing stories is so much more fun!


2 comments:

Kate Diamond said...

Good luck with your writing and your health!

I, too, am often distracted by legitimate life events... I need to follow your example and buckle down.

Christine said...

Thanks Kate:
I am slowly getting my act together today. 2 hours at the doctor/lab taking blood and then 2 super long phone calls and a census worker later, and I finally have time to look at the tasks before me.

Buckle down, but sometimes I use this mantra: even one hour is better than none. Somehow making it seem like I only have to do one hour forces me to write and work for longer periods on days when I feel derailed.