I brought it on myself. A solid day’s writing should have been a delicious treat, but my eyes disagreed.
I’d written maybe 1k words (max) yesterday. Today, I was aiming for another 3k. And then – round about coffee time – the right side of my head suggested it might be a bit uncomfortable.
Nonsense, I told it. We’ll get a bit more of this written.
Very well, said my eyes. On your head be it. And it was! When will I learn?
Eventually, I capitulated – I went for a latte, two strong painkillers and a flapjack. I didn’t really want the flapjack, but it was intended to lessen the chance of the coffee and painkillers upsetting my gut!
Back to the laptop, I pushed on, but I did go for a quick walk by the sea at lunchtime. The waves were choppy, and it was raining steadily. But remarkably, the medication, the sea air, and a healthy walk in the rain did the trick.
This afternoon, I was more sensible. I took another break. Did I manage the target 3k? I’m afraid not! However, I got fairly close, and my head was clear to enjoy an evening seminar.
(It’s all for my weary eyes’ sake)
Is that less writing’s done,
Though the cuppa was fun,
And at least I’m alert and awake…
Tomorrow’s another day. I’ll get there yet!
Karen McAulay, Musicologist 