Rebounding

Yesterday was a total wipe out. No work got done; due to health troubles again! Depression hit and I went to bed. However, I'm back today. I'm up to page 196. I finished a key scene and I still have a lot of time today to get it up to 200 and perhaps get a lot more than that done.

I am disturbed at how much mental and physical health effect my production. I have so many health problems-- I think in previous times I would be known as a hypochondriac. However, I can't really question it in that way. It either helps me write, it doesn't ,or it totally kills writing.

Also, there is an important over-the-counter drug that I didn't even consider in the mix: caffeine. I take it in no-doz tablets, not drinks, but drinking it in tea or soda will do in a pinch (I can't handle coffee). I let myself run out yesterday. I tried drinking tea, but apparently, it wasn't enough. My mood and energy crashed horribly. So, now I know: don't leave it out.

I am so dependent on various prescribed psychiatric meds now. I'm practically an addict. Being without any of them would punishing.

Right now, I don't care. As long as I can write: on the right manuscript.

It isn't true that I don't write when I'm manic, depressed and suffering ADD. I do. Just not in the right places on the right subjects. There's one website; it's an escort/hobbyist discussion board. I discovered that since 2003, I have been by far the most frequent poster. It was over 5,300 posts.

My posts weren't short. I probably have 2,100 pages of writing in 4 years. I wasn't even trying to be prolific. That was just as I yawned waking up in the morning. That was 4 books. That doesn't count other posts, other writings.

Anyway, I've written a page and a half right here. I need to get back to real work before my day off ends. Page 200, here I come.

Heavy Lifting and Exercise

I feel I got some heavy lifting done on the novel today. I'm up to page 194, and I mark this as the turning point, the denouement of the romantic interest in the story.

I didn't write for weeks. First it was physical and mental trouble that have been corrected, but which sucked energy from the project. Then it was catching up on essential things in life that I had to also ignore. Then I sat down in the early week, and immediately hit a writers' block. It was an incredibly difficult scene to resolve. Right now, I'm afraid the chapter is too long.

I'm very fortunate to have this collaboration with my friend, mainly because I have permission to plagiarize the scenes and dialog he already developed and wrote. However, my contribution is very significant. His writing on the story line comes to approximately 110 pages, or so. I'm already up to 194 pages, and it's just half way through.

I feel like I've done a lot of work, and I'm going to take some time to entertain.

I managed to do some exercise in the form of walking when I got out of bed. However, writing is the only "heavy lifting" I think I could do now, with my body in the condition it's in.