Life has been busy the past week. Unfortunately, not in a writing busy way, in a life busy way. First of all, we got a new couch and chair set! It’s the first big girl furniture purchase I have ever made. I’m pretty happy with it, it’s purple. Then I worked overtime two days in a row, and then I was blessed with the flu for two days. Yuck. Nyquil induced comas are not the ideal state of mind for writing.
So now I’m back. I’ve got a lot of writing to do to make up for the time I spent doing other things. I never finished my beauty story for the Tin House deadline, but I’m still going to finish the story. It’s an awesome idea and deserves to be finished.
Does anybody else get that depressed feeling when they miss out on a deadline? I know I can’t help being sick, and we needed a new couch, but I feel defeated. It’s a horrible feeling to have. I’m hoping an entire weekend of writing will cure this.