For my absence over the past week.

You know those weeks where you aren’t actually sick, no head cold or flu, but don’t feel well?  Yeah.  The migraine you can beat back but won’t disappear, the stomach ache that resembles a little contractor with a blow torch in your gut.  Good times.  Still took care of all the Fringie stuff I needed to take care of, and I wrote quite a bit.

I honestly think it has something to do with the weather.  I hate the freezing cold, and I hate the 50 degrees one day and 20 the next just as much.  It drains me, and leaves more laundry than I should have to think about.

Flower Child, on the other hand, has been having a spectacular stretch of heath and energy for about 10 days.  I don’t know why, but it’s a gift and I’m taking it.

I know you all hang onto my every pearl, but just in case you’ve been living your own lives, remember the idea I had back in November?  PerNoWriFeb.  Here we are, February 1st, and I intend to push myself as much as possible to get as much writing done as I can on the WIP.  I’m excited about this, I’ve been fairly productive, and I’m about a third of the way through the first draft.  Even better, I’m finding my rhythm again, losing the flatness, and even began making notes for a short story idea that I really, really like.  *Insert happy dance here*

I’m not sure what this will mean for my blogging non-schedule.  Posts might be scarce during this month if I put all the time I can into the WIP, or I could end up blogging quite a bit because I’m excited and need to blather on.

Or my head could explode from the freaking jackhammers that have been drilling every damn day for weeks now.