My how time flies when you are having no fun whatsoever.
My writing stalled. Stopped. Halted. Came to a screeching halt. Besides that, I couldn’t create a single sentence.
I think I am coming out of that. I haven’t a clue what happened. I think the editing of SS must have been more mentally that I thought. I will be doing it in smaller chunks now. I added in the new scenes and cleaned up the first 77 pages (double spaced) and printed them out. Lorna has then now with her markers and pencil.
My word count is down. Ha, what an understatement! A few weeks ago, I averaged well over 2500 words a day. The highest I have gotten this month in one day has been 2305. There are just two others over 1000; the rest range from zero to 943. Oh how the mighty have fallen!
Get over it, me. Get a not-so-proverbial grip.
In Real Life, our dear friend Sheryl is in the final stages of moving. She leaves in the morning to close the deal on the ‘new’ house in West Virginia then returns in a week to close the deal on her house here. Then they load up ye’ old UHaul and off she goes. Dangit.
My CPAP mask has been changed. I now have ‘nasal pillows’. It looks very weird but is very very very comfortable. Much more comfortabler than the mask. The problem is, for some reason I have begun to snore again. As a result, I am exhausted. I get a major case of the nods in the afternoon and cannot stay awake. I went to the dealer today and my machine is working fine. He called the doctor but of course the doc was already gone. I should hear something tomorrow. Meanwhile, I will sleep with the chinstrap on to see if perhaps my mouth is opening and causing the pressure to drop which then would lead to a snore. Lorna says it sounds as if my mouth is closed though. No sound of rushing air.