This week is a short one since I’ve got a lot of writing to catch up on: 14,327 more words to go. It’s six days until pitch down. And, Murphy’s Law has been visiting me.
The week before last I came down with a low grade fever. It didn’t go above one hundred but it didn’t go below ninety-nine. All I wanted to do was lay/lie ( still get this confused even when I’m staring at my grammar book) down and sleep.
Last Monday, I visited the doctor who diagnosed me with chronic sinusitis. The medicine prescribed was Augmentin. My mouth has an everlasting metal taste, and the stuff makes me nauseated even though I eat crackers when I take the darned thing.
Four days after hearing about my chronic snot condition, daughter number four was in a car accident with her boyfriend. Not wearing her seatbelt saved her life, but she’s got a good case of whiplash, lower back, and hip injuries.
Plus, I have the schedule from hell this week. Twenty-six haircuts on Saturday. Twenty haircuts on Sunday and today I did twenty-three. My fingers hurt, not to mention my tootsies. Sleep keeps crossing my eyelids.
Well, when it rains, it pours. The only thing I can do is to keep going forward.
Happy writing everyone!
Next week I’ll write about my experiences doing the real pitch, and I promise not to sound so glum.