(Reed’s song of the day: Bob, by NOFX)
Not-So-NaNoWriMo word count: 17,771 words
Inspirational writing quote of the day (altered slightly to be more gender-inclusive):
“Any person who keeps working is not a failure. They may not be a great writer, but if they apply the old-fashioned virtues of hard, constant labor, they’ll eventually make some kind of career for themselves as a writer.”
– Ray Bradbury
Well, I’ve fallen below my goal for word count at this point. And I’ll be honest, I thought it was going to happen at some point in the month. I’m pretty lazy, and sometimes if I get thrown off track, it’s hard for me to get back on. Plus 40,000 words in one month is something I haven’t done since junior year of college.
But I never expected the thing to keep me from writing to be a pulled muscle.
This has been a seriously strange week for me. My best guess right now is that I pulled a muscle in my neck while climbing the UCLA rock wall last week. I had little twinges of pain in it all week, especially after I slept on it wrong, but nothing too bad.
Smash cut to Monday morning, about 5am. I’ve been experiencing some pretty discomforting levels of pain the previous night, but I’m thinking a good night of sleep will make things better.
At 5am I wake up and I can’t move my neck in any direction without intense pain. I thrash around for about an hour, trying to muffle these little grunts of pain I’m making, until I realize this isn’t going away. At that point I message work and let them know I won’t be coming in – which sucks because I had been planning an event for the past month or so and it was held on that day (yesterday).
Then I down two Advil and wait for something resembling relief.
What does this have to do with writing? Well, since I had to take Monday off, I was thinking it would be the perfect time to get out like 3,000 words, since I had nothing better to do. But no matter what angle I tried to keep my computer at, or my neck at, it was always searing pain going through me when I typed.
I know, right? Of all the things… a pulled muscle.
And as if this hasn’t been enough, yesterday I started getting sick.
DUDE, WHAT THE HELL, RIGHT?!
So it’s been quite the week, and it’s already Tuesday. I have to go back to work on Wednesday (well, assuming I’m in some state of alive on Wednesday) so I’m trying to conserve strength. The only thing I was capable of doing yesterday was lying perfectly still in bed with pillows behind my back, playing Super Mario Odyssey for eight hours.
It speaks to my better health that I was able to get down about 2500 words today – not quite enough to be back on track, but a good start – and also write this post. But seriously, as soon as my neck let up, it was as if the sickness was like, “OKAY, IT’S GO TIME.”
So I’m gonna lie here and hope against hope that I get rid of this by tomorrow, or work is going to be very, very unpleasant.
Yours, feelin’ eighty-six,