Tuesday, December 14, 2004
The Mind Suffers, And The Body Pays
I woke with my head pounding and my throat swollen after a night of little sleep and the flu crawling over me. Having already booked a half-day this afternoon for something that has since been cancelled, I decided that with my Christmas night out this Friday and of course snooker on Wednesday, it would be best to take the day off, stay out of the cold and well away from anything stressful. I think it is stress that has brought it on - a general feeling of being run-down emotionally and feeling empty in the face of some tough situations. I probably needed a day or two to get my mind and body back to a balanced state.
When I did get up I tried to tidy some of the house for Gail coming back while trying to rid myself of the aches with paracetamol and taking some Chinese medicine periodically. It's great stuff - introduced to me by my work mate Roger Fahy. A funny story about Roger actually; he once saw a story I was reading on my PC about a man called Roger Fey who was murdered. It's an e-serial on KIC called Tapestry (in the Mystery section written by Devon Ellington). Only when Roger saw it he misread it and thought it was about him. Now when I visualise Roger Fey when reading tapestry, it is Roger Fahy who I see in my mind.
I have not written for 9 days.
There are reasons, mostly symptomatic of some of the negativity surrounding me at the moment oppressing my creative will. Today is also a symptom I believe and once I shake off this flu bug and chestiness and get back in the Chrimbo spirit I will be able to start writing again. I shall eventually draw from some of the past couple of weeks experiences but right now it’s best left in a small box in the back of my head. I will have to open it again in a few months, but until then…
When I did get up I tried to tidy some of the house for Gail coming back while trying to rid myself of the aches with paracetamol and taking some Chinese medicine periodically. It's great stuff - introduced to me by my work mate Roger Fahy. A funny story about Roger actually; he once saw a story I was reading on my PC about a man called Roger Fey who was murdered. It's an e-serial on KIC called Tapestry (in the Mystery section written by Devon Ellington). Only when Roger saw it he misread it and thought it was about him. Now when I visualise Roger Fey when reading tapestry, it is Roger Fahy who I see in my mind.
I have not written for 9 days.
There are reasons, mostly symptomatic of some of the negativity surrounding me at the moment oppressing my creative will. Today is also a symptom I believe and once I shake off this flu bug and chestiness and get back in the Chrimbo spirit I will be able to start writing again. I shall eventually draw from some of the past couple of weeks experiences but right now it’s best left in a small box in the back of my head. I will have to open it again in a few months, but until then…
Colin 11:13 pm
2 Comments:
Hang in there, Colin! Hope you feel better soon.
You may not be WRITING, but at least you're blogging!:-)
You may not be WRITING, but at least you're blogging!:-)
I hope you feel better. I love your word meter. Do you mind if I borrow your idea?
Brenda
Brenda
