A New Kind of Sickness

First off, I'm going to defend myself and say that I've had plenty of ideas this week, but none of them have been written down. Of course, that might be because I don't have a notebook in my bag and my computer was at home while I was at my boyfriend's place. But that wasn't the main reason why I haven't written a word this last week. It's amazing how much stress impacts creativity.

I have a cat. I'm sure I've mentioned her in passing before. I've had her for almost eleven years now, since my old college roommate brought home a litter of strays that she had found and I fell in love with this tiny ball of fur. As much as I complain about her loudness or ability to destroy all of my stuff, she is the absolute love of my life. So imagine my distress when I took her to the vet last week and they told me she has bladder stones. Of course, the first thing that the doctor told me was that she's not going to die (yeah, because that won't bring on the tears; good try, doc!), but that she needs a very expensive surgery. So that's what's been on my mind this whole week. I wish cats spoke English.

But now that I'm a little closer to solving this problem, I'm getting back to my regularly scheduled programming. Life must go on, right? Well, that means getting a book together in the next two months, because now I have an idea for a story I want to write for the April NaNo. It's not really a new story, but something I've been kicking around for a couple of years now. I started writing it last year, but it wasn't going how I imagined, so I stopped. But now I've been thinking about it a lot, and I think I have a pretty good back story, which was what was really killing me. Also, it's a vampire story, and it took awhile before I could get sparkling bodies and bad Southern accents out of my head.

This means that I really have to crack down and get to writing the second installment for Amory. I realize that I keep calling it that, but that's only because I have no name for it. Oh well. That's not really important, I hear. But I will completely immerse myself in this story for the next two months, and nothing will stop me. Well, of course, there are the thousand and one books that are coming out that I had on hold at the library.

Man, I wish I was an established author. Time management is so much easier without a job smack in the middle of the day.

As always, I'll keep this thing updated (sorry about last week, but, you know, I explained that earlier). Hopefully I'll have more to talk about on Friday. Like that I went nuts and finished the entire book this week. Ahhh, wishful thinking. It keeps me going some days.