I'm not sure what it is, but when I'm sick my mind doesn't seem to work right. This writing contest is important to me this year, primarily because I want to develop myself as a writer. Being stubborn, I assumed that I could fight this cold by working through it, only to have made it worse. I took today as a sick day and I thought I could write and get a good jump on the novel. Wrong!
First of all, I can't settle on an idea for this novel. My mind, twisted by illness, came up with this crazy idea that I could likely work with. The question is: Do I want to be known for silly space aliens and such? Or do I want to do something more mature? The thing is that mature can be boring and limiting, and in a contest where it's all about quantity, I can't afford to limit my creativity. I suppose if I establish myself as a writer, I could always toss out a mature novel and add it to my portfolio. For now, I need to complete a project.
Unfortunately, all of this is in my head and mixing with the cold medicine. Not to mention all the rattling around my brain is doing every time I start a coughing fit. I've been having dreams about being a celebrity writer, and being abducted by aliens. Let's roll lack of sleep into the mix, and now I'm border-line delusional. Speaking of delusional, did you see the election results? Ha.
Tomorrow will greet me with Redbull and DayQuil again. I just need to finish this week out and then recover from this bloody cold. Maybe I'll get some writing done. Maybe I'll be abducted by aliens. Maybe I'll even find the time to make a humorous post here? Maybe the newly elected officials will take their constituents into consideration and do what's right? Maybe I should just go to bed.
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