bad health | Karavansara

Even the best laid plans…
I was looking forward at the long weekend of the 8th of December – four days and then some of highly productive writing.

Everything was nicely laid out, and my health gave away – which means I went down on Friday and only this morning I emerged from four days and then some of warm soup and aspirin, coughing and generally feeling miserable.

Common-cold-home-remedies

I wasn’t even able to spend the time reading.
What a waste.

But now things are looking up again, and I started working on a new story – my first ever gaming tie-in fiction project¹.
I’ve got the characters, the story, a soundtrack and the first 2000 words of what’s planned as a 15.000 words novelette…

Things are looking up.
Later!

well, not exactly – my contribution to the Delta Green anthology Extraordinary Renditions was a gaming tie-in, but it was part of an anthology, so… ok, I’m cheating. ↩

Strange week, this one.
Bad health, and that weird, sort of sudden vacuum that plops around you as you fall into that strange territory between projects.
Spend half a day on the trains, and go down with cold and sore throat – that’s me.
So I’m trying to get back on my feet, and in the meantime I catch up with my reading, and plan for things to come.

A few days back I heard a colleague wax lyrically about what you do when you finish your novel.
I was surprised at the sting of irritation I felt.
What you do when you finish your novel? What a silly question…
You start the next one, because bills won’t pay themselves.

Well, actually it’s a little more articulated.
You can take an afternoon off, and maybe prepare yourself a cup of hot chocolate to celebrate.
Watch a few old episodes of Department S.
Listen to the Doobie Brothers.
Then you start on the next one.

That might non be a novel, but maybe a short story, or a novella or a game project, or something else.
Or all of those, in any sequence you feel like.
Like the Doobies said, it keeps you running.