Back On The Treadmill
The Nano is going well:
I’m following the “when in doubt, attack” method on this one. As in, whenever it bogs down, I throw a vampire attack or a plot twist at the poor heroine. She’s going to be in an awful state by the end of this. Of course, that’s the point–the second book in a trilogy needs to bash at the characters and make everything snarled and tangled.
I finally feel like I’m over the flu. The week off did me good. I think it’s the first time I ever actually slowed down and took care of myself while I was sick, and the difference is amazing. Instead of a month of relapses I had a week of feeling miserable, then a little less miserable, then crisis-miserable, and then slowly getting better. I was aching to get back to my workout this morning, and it didn’t seem to have cost me a whole lot in terms of fitness capacity. So that’s nice. The real test will be how sore I wake up tomorrow morning, though.
I can hardly wait. *makes sour face*
It was great to move again. I feel better, certainly more tranquil. The new treadmill will take some getting used to and a little fine-tuning, but that’s fine too. It didn’t drive me into a state of total exasperation.
Anyway, natter natter, I really have very little to say today. I’ve got to start a couple fights on the page and show the effects of my heroine getting the news that one of her proto-boyfriends may have betrayed her whole family.
Hee. I love this job.
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