Flu and Finishing

In case no one has ever told you before, having the flu sucks. I woke up yesterday morning around six with the whole topsy-turvy stomach, achy body, and headaches galore. After flopping around in bed for about twenty-four hours, it finally went away this morning, but now I'm so weak from not having eaten anything but a few Saltine crackers since Saturday night. However, there are a few pluses to having the flu: I've watched about a billion episodes of Doctor Who, I got to skip work today because I didn't want to infect little children, and I can't be expected to do anything because I'm sick, so the dirty room will have to wait (well, I did clean the bathroom and make my bed, but that doesn't count). I've also decided that I need a new job because I really liked doing absolutely nothing today and not feeling guilty about it. Also, the cat seems to like babying me while I'm sick. Maybe because I take pity on her and pet her more than I usually do.

I know what you're saying: So, that means you worked loads on your book today, then, right? Totally! But not really. I wrote out a list of everything that I want done for the week, and then for the month, and I think that's an accomplishment in itself. Of course, now this means I have everything I have to do laid out right in front of me, so let the freak out commence! It's a lot of little stuff that, when added together, will eventually make a book, so now it's just about getting it all done and getting it done correctly. It doesn't sound like a big deal, really, but I rush, rush, rush whenever I'm excited. I know I've had to have said that before. But it's the truth. My biggest fear is that I'll be two seconds away from launching this book on Kindle and realize that I didn't copyright it or forgot the cover or even something on my blog is wrong. The littlest thing can drive me over the edge. I'd say that's Type A personality at it's best, but that is so far from being me. I guess it's just...crazy? Insanity? One of those seems more likely.

But I did say that I would put up the cover this week. I'm planning on getting that junk done by Friday, hopefully, and then I can start putting together the inside. Sigh. More editing. See, this is why I need to be rich and famous, just so I can have other people edit this junk for me. I don't even fantasize about having nice cars or a huge house, just someone to do the tedious work for me. And maybe to buy enough books that could warrant building a library in my house. Or apartment. I'm not picky.

Anyway! Cover by Friday. Promise. Check. And then the fun begins. Because then I can send it to Kindle so I can check it out and make sure that all the formatting is okay and that it doesn't look like my cat edited it. Although, judging by my performance today in everything, it might be better if she does. But I won't have the flu forever. Although that, in its own way, would be wonderful.