How was your holiday weekend everyone? Great? So glad. Mine was...well, terrible. Included: ER visit, worry over what the heck was going on with my body, headaches, abdominal pain...and a pseudo-diagnosis about to be confirmed by my GYN: that I have uteran fibroids. That may or may not need to be removed. I'm also now anemic because of the blood loss and even now at 10 AM I'm zonked. Wiped. No energy. How will this all play out? Personally, I'm hoping for the non-removal because I don't like surgeries...I'm all for the least invasive measures. And I'm drinking tons of water, tomato juice and taking an iron-rich multi-vitamin.
Back to the point of this post - and I swear it's not to get a lot of sympathy! Although I got no writing done over the weekend (and I had high hopes), I did make a little progress. As I was vegging, I had a couple of plot ideas for the wip (written down in the WIP notebook) and had an idea for two new stories, one which may or may not work (also dutifully written down in a notebook).
Best of all, I've not guilted myself into moving too fast. In the past I would have. I would've beaten myself up over not writing, not doing enough. Not making a six-course meal on our 'official' 4th celebration - that happened on the 5th, once the worst of the mess was over. I'm also not just randomly not writing. I'm making the progress I can without putting myself back into the ER - soooo not a place I want to revisit!! First, George Clooney definitely doesn't work in our ER and Second, there are scary people there.
Do I still feel pressure to keep up with my fiction and non-fiction deadlines? Most definitely. But the pressure isn't breaking me - making me nuts, sure but breaking me? No.