It seems appropriate that my family should all get the flu the second week of NaNo. My toddler struggled this week with his stomach, I went off food for two days, my husband fell to the bug midweek and the nurses office called me Thursday to rescue my teenager from the office after he lost a battle with queasiness.
Having the flu is not, I have noticed, unlike struggling to squeak out those words on a novel. I know I need to just get it done but can’t find the words to finish my word count any more than I could find the energy to get out of bed. Often, I’d like to just stay in bed rather than face my keyboard. My novel can also make me sick to my stomach when thinking about writing and how I don’t know what will happen next.
But I made it. I even made my word count on the day that I couldn’t, at first, get out of bed or take anything stronger than water. And that felt good. So did squeezing out a few words while my son rested after I’d left my day job to retrieve him.
So, the bad news is that week two stinks – more so if you have the flu. The good news is that I got through it. The published author pep talks say you won’t know which words I wrote while feeling woozy. I’m sure hoping they’re right.
Oh, yes, and I also decided to quit teaching my night class. The flu, the second week of NaNo and my wise sister helped me see that too much was too much.