Monday afternoon, I went in and got the triple threat: RSV, covid and flu vaccines. As I’ll be traveling to visit family in Florida next month and as the Panhandle has plenty of Trump voters I suspect won’t be vaccinated, best to be careful.
As I anticipated, it wiped me out the next day. Most probably the flu shot, which typically hits me hard. Having had flu twice, however, I’ll happily accept a relatively mild lassitude as an alternative. Overall it was nice: I lay around, watched a lot of TV, and read a little. The best kind of sick. But of course that meant I didn’t get much writing done this week.
Overall, though, September was — well, not satisfactory but an improvement on the previous couple of months. I’m back to working on Let No Man Put Asunder, putting in about 8,500 words. I’d wanted 20,000 but extra work at The Local Reporter took up too much time. I did make some real progress on Oh the Places You’ll Go getting much closer to a workable ending … but not quite. It’s less of a cliffhanger but still needs something it doesn’t have yet. I also put in 10,000 words rewriting my book on Doc Savage, Savage Adventures.I’m also exercising regularly, despite having Wisp around in the mornings to climb on me. It takes a little flexibility in my schedule to find moments when she’s dozing, but I’m finding it.
I’m starting to apply the Pomodoro method — 25 minutes on, 5 minute break, half-hour break every 90 minutes or two hours — with some consistency. As I hoped its working well for squeezing little tasks, odd jobs and brief bursts of exercise into the day. That makes up for the block of time I no longer have in the morning.
Oh, and Netflix ships out its final discs today. I already got mine earlier in the week and didn’t have the time to watch and return them to squeeze a couple more out. However there’s a lottery of some sort that will award random customers up to 10 extra discs. Send positive thoughts I’m one of the chosen few, okay?
#SFWApro. Cover by James Bama, all rights remain with current holder.
