Diary of Being a Writer; Week 92

Things are changing. And Rupert didn’t have cat flu.

Resting/reading. Great fun book by the way.

How is the writing going today you ask? Yeah not so much. Let’s just say there were more Doctors and vets involved than is ideal.

Things have settled down, hilariously, I thought that being given the sick certificate and instructions not to work meant that I would get a ton of writing done. It didn’t, it meant lying on a couch watching crappy TV and feeling sorry for myself.

Update on the cat. He had the longest grass seed piercing his nose that the vets had ever seen come out of a cat. He seems totally recovered.

Today will also mean lots of lying on a couch but hopefully, I will at least get some reading done. That TBR pile never seems to get any smaller.

I still want to write today but I am uncomfortable(in pain when sitting) and my head is fuzzy so I really should just suck it up. It just seems unfair.

I just have to quickly edit my husband’s cover letter. Unfortunately, that doesn’t really count as writing.

Oh bugger it, I am counting it. Between this and the cover letter, I have written today.

In fact, in the end, I did good. Sure I didn’t get a lot of the novel done, but I did get some words on the screen along with…