This has just been the week for weird occurences. My husbands migraine spike, my kids doing all kinds of weird things… I swear there is a full moon or something.
And my crazy bald head itches! If I haven’t said it before to you guys, cancer seriously sucks.
I miss having energy, I miss hair, I miss my waistline. I miss things not making me puke, and I miss the clear mind that I used to procrastinate writing with.
All of this editing and brain strain just makes me nostalgic for when all of my body bits worked in unison. I have found that the more I fight against the tide of chemicals, that the more irritable I get to my family. It starts with holing up in the office, then slamming my laptop shut and sighing heavily when they come in, and ends with my dumping dinner in the garbage because no one was sitting and waiting when I got done trying to cook. Lol (yes, that has happened)
So, I suck…. but in my defense, so does cancer. Does that give me a pass this time?
I estimate that in another couple of weeks I will have this thing polished up and shiny. I have started to research query letters and what agents look for in my non-writing time ( read: time the kids are sitting on top of my head watching cartoons and I can’t write) so I can be ready whenever I get to that point.
I have a good feeling about all this, despite my suckiness. Something good is going to happen. I just have to hang on long enough ( and stop throwing dinner in the trash) to let it happen.