Grrr/Hopeful.

I didn't update last night because I was extremely cranky.

I am officially angry with this cold.

First it knocked my boyfriend out for a good three days, scaring the hell out of me after the hospital incident.

Then it hung around for a week, making me feel like crap. Work was miserable. Sleeping was miserable. Existing was miserable.

Now, it's mostly gone...except for the cough.

I will admit, grudgingly, that the cough has gotten better in that it's not completely constant. However, it's still pretty damned consistent. It has been ignoring medicine, ignoring juice, ignoring tea, ignoring water, ignoring everything. It interrupts me when I'm trying to do things like talk or breathe. I wouldn't be surprised if it scared off customers yesterday. It tickles and hurts my throat without the benefit of actually evacuating it of the offensive material.

I also still have some sniffles, but those are at least showing a distinct trend toward going the hell away. This cough seems to have moved in and settled down. Work yesterday consisted of manning drive through while spending half my time with my mouth buried in my elbow, trying not to scare too many customers...or co-workers. This made work difficult, to say the least.

So, yeah, when I got home after an annoying day, with the annoyance living in my chest, exhausted and ready to rip my own throat out to make it freaking stop....I didn't really feel like posting.

Sorry about that. I do feel better today. I got up early for the sole purpose of being productive, which is kinda nice. I've done laundry (the main reason for getting up), written in my diary (so incredibly beneficial, holy man), and signed up for NaNoWriMo.

Yes, NaNoWriMo is in November, so I'm way, way early. I figured it couldn't hurt to start early, as starting late would put a big crimp in the plans.

For those who don't know, NaNoWriMo is a yearly event, taking place during the entire month of November, where writers all over the world attempt to craft a novel, from scratch. The rules are that you can't have any written material before November 1st (not counting outlines, character sketches, research, that kind of thing), and the novel has to be 50,000 words long to count as completed. As it says on the site, win or lose, you rock for even trying.

The idea of having nothing before setting out into such a goal is, well, scary. I don't do well with pre-story-writing prep, like plot outlines or character ideas. As I fully realized this morning (yay diary writing!), I do better when I start with a scene in my head and go from there. Planning it all out...I'm not sure if I can do that.

At the same time, I know that if I sit down on November 1st with absolutely nothing, I am not going to have the slightest hope of succeeding. Yes, my chances are slim anyway, but there's no reason to throw in the towel before the game has even started.

So, I'm giving myself until then to put together the structure, without allowing myself to furnish it until the clock starts ticking. We'll see how this goes...