I’ve been going full steam on revisions for Blessed are the Meek and copyedits for Blessed are the Dead this week. And guess what … this morning I burned out. Crashed and burned.
I had a small headache, which, at first, I had hoped appeared in lieu of my monthly migraine that takes me out at the knees for a day or two each month. I popped some Advil and instead of butt in chair from 9 to 12, took off for the local coffee shop, where I sat outside with my latte and Moleskine and brainstormed about an article I’m writing for Crimespree Magazine.
Every once in a while if I’m stuck in my writing or starting a new book or in that saggy middle of a book, I’ll do this, with a stack of index cards at my side instead of my journal.
I sat outside and scratched out a rough draft essay idea and then headed home because I couldn’t deny it anymore – headache had struck and I needed migraine meds asap.
I took my meds at home and headed to Uptown to get a cinnamon roll* and visit Once Upon A Crime. (You see I have this contest idea and it involves a giveaway and one of the prizes will be a book from everyone who gives me a blurb – so far that is Owen Laukkanen and David Corbett, but I have a few more people who are looking at my novel to give a possible blurb so I was optimistic and bought their books for the giveaway.)
Then I was off to visit my writer friend who just had a baby! Yay for babies. And instead of a baby gift I brought her a humongous cinnamon bun * and one of my favorite Minnesota-based books, “Peace like a river.”
Then I came home and was fuzzy-headed migraine woman for the rest of the night. Not my most productive day.
Writing: 2,500 words or three hours of revision
Walking: 1 mile
Writing: .5 hours of writing
Walking: .5 miles