Seems a daft thing to say, seeing as I’ve been “post-viral” since I caught ME in a hospital somewhere in the middle of 1991. Of course what I’m talking about here is being post-viral after my September flu.
And I’m choosing to call it that rather than relapse. Feels more hopeful.
SFX: long sigh
As you may imagine, not a lot of writing going on. Sky Train’s waiting patiently for me to be human again.
Caught the flu 2 (3?) weeks ago, got over it last week, except that of course I didn’t really get over it. ME punishment for getting the flu is severe.
Tried all last week to get back into Sky Train. No joy. The story is there waiting to be written. I’m not falling out of love with it. Simply exhausted and my brain won’t let me concentrate for more than five or ten minutes at a time.
Fortunately this has happened when Sky Train has finished one dramatic passage and is just about to start another one, so I suppose it’s the perfect time for me to pause it.
In the meantime, last night a friend reminded me about an urban fantasy short I left 1/3-written two or three years ago. The plot is fine, but at that time the two main characters hadn’t got the necessary zing for me to want to write them. Late last night I started to read what I had of it, and ended up changing both those characters completely. These new ones definitely have The Zing, and I think I’m going to write a bit more of this story in brief bursts as a palate cleanser while waiting for my brain to recover sufficiently to get back on the Sky Train.
Oh, that flu. It’s gone. History.
Which is to say, I’m through its active phase. The ME fallout from it might last months, or maybe only a week. We shall see.
I’m easing myself back into writing new Sky Train words. Still loving this space western story. The characters are getting deeper all the time and I’m also making notes for the sequels as ideas occur.
Right now, though, I’m having a nostalgic moment.