Reading and writing (or not)

I've bundled up the Bag of Bones and set it to one side. At the station last night I had the choice to perservere with the (steady as she goes) book, or to pluck out one of my new shiny novels that I'd bought and start on it. Easy choice really, so now I'm reading '48. Wow! What a change of pace!! So much action that I may need a coronary bypass just to cope with it all. But it's good. Real good!

I updated my novel word count this morning, however I haven't written anything for a couple of days now. Work is crazy and my OLP has flared up which tends to wipe me out. My specialist thinks that another auto-immune condition is working behind the OLP to weaken my system which, in turn, causes the OLP to flare, but it's all rather vague. Like my brain at the moment. So, this weekend will be a break weekend. At least Saturday anyway. I'll aim to get back into the novel on Sunday.

Emily read the first part of my revised chapter one and her feedback gives me great confidence that I'm making the novel better, not worse. So that's hugely encouraging! It's hard work though. Such hard work. It was such a relief to learn that it's paying off. Even if I think I have driven myself into the ground.

So tomorrow, no writing at all. I plan to go shopping for a few things that I need for the States, plus I have to take my crazy pooch to the park, make sure not to slip and fall on my ass after all this rain (great for our catchments by the way, not so good for sure walking), and maybe I'll read, read, read, bum around, catch up with Em on chat (hopefully she'll be around), that kind of thing. But no writing. Just for one day. Sunday, however... I'll crack the whip on myself again.

At least that's the plan.