This is my second attempt at writing a blog today. That’s because I’m a little dazed and confused at the moment. I got to the end of my first set of ramblings, decided that I must have a book out this month, and when I’d got to the point of remembering which one and what it was about, realized that I’d just been doing something that the hero of the book gives the heroine something of a hard time for doing.
So I’ll start again. 🙂 This morning I woke up in the small hours with stars in my eyes. Not good ones, because the flashing lights were also accompanied by the suspicion that someone had driven a knife through my right temple while I slept, and the knowledge that I was going to be very sick any minute now.
I’m over the worst of it now, apart from feeling a bit wooly around the edges. I’ve had migraine for most of my life, so I know exactly what to do. I steer clear of things that trigger it – but the hot summer days and storms we’ve been having here recently are one thing I can’t avoid. The main thing is, though, that I know I can take the Pink Pills, drink water and lie down somewhere cool and dark and I’ll be feeling better tomorrow. That’s a gift I’m enormously thankful for.
I’ve shoe-horned myself off the sofa now though, because I’ve got a blog to write and a book to finish. In common with the vast army of parents of young children, carers and the self-employed, (and writers with a deadline 🙂 ) time off sick with relatively minor ailments doesn’t feature in the calendar. And since I’m among friends I know you’ll forgive me if I lose my thread, because I’ve got the attention span of a goldfish at the moment.
Of course, there are many people who are an inspiration to us, persevering through serious illness and disability to reach their goals. But that’s not the same as being so wedded to your work that you feel you can’t take a day off. We all know people who turn up at work running a fever, sneezing violently and complaining loudly, and the only thing they accomplish in the day is to give whatever they’ve got to everyone else. On the other hand, I’m in favour of peeling myself out of bed as soon as I can – I reckon it makes for a faster recovery if I can reach for my laptop and write a few pages. And when it comes to writing romance, I sometimes think that a slight fever actually helps a bit 🙂
I do know my limits, though. You’d be forgiven for thinking I was a little drunk right after I’ve had a migraine, slurred speech, inability to concentrate, a tendency to fall asleep mid-sentence… So I won’t be signing anything, or climbing any ladders this evening. And since I’m having a bit of trouble formulating my ‘end of blog’ question, please feel free to tell me what you think about absolutely anything.
Oh, and here’s the book. It’s a close run thing, but I think my favourite this time is the US cover. Sam’s been known to sit at her computer screen with dark glasses on before now (and no, I’m not admitting to having done that. Ever…). And Euan is just the man to drag her away from her work 🙂