This month I missed my first deadline. It's because of the workload I have at my regular job, and impresses on me that I really need to get free of that to make my final push as a professional writer--to be a writer full time. I've achieved all of my other writing goals, but that one eludes me.
To try to make up for the missed deadline I spent quite too much time behind the keyboard this past weekend as I did my best to get the word counts to where I wanted to see them. By Sunday afternoon I was feeling weird, my head was pounding and my left (good) eye was aching like Hell. (I'm legally blind in my right eye and so my left eye strains to take up the extra work).
Since I hadn't had a full-blown migraine in well over a year, I didn't realize that's what was hitting me until I was well into the attack. I ended up passing out for several hours. One of the classic symptoms I suffer when I get one are lights and shapes in my line of sight. This is generally followed by nausea and headaches so debilitating that sometimes they make me pass out.
I slept right through the worst of it, but at one point my optic nerves were apparently firing full blast. I felt that someone was shining a bright flashlight directly onto my eyelids and this woke me in the night. I literally thought someone was in my bedroom shining a flashlight in my face. After that, things got better and I was able to go in to work today after taking some pain killers.
This afternoon I fell asleep for three hours right after getting home. Woke up and chipped away again at the novel. It's almost done.
A writer's life.
|Wake me when it's over.|