Oops. Remember how I mentioned that I'd had a bad headache, but that it had gone away? I spoke waaaaaaaaay too soon. Five minutes after I'd finished typing in my journal entry on Monday, I felt like my head was going to explode. From then until this morning, I couldn't even look at a computer screen (or try to walk around) without more explosions behind my forehead and major loss-of-balance nausea. No fun at all. I've never realized before just how much of my work life--academic and fiction-related!--is dependent on computers. And, lord, it gets boring not to be able to do anything that makes use of a computer screen--I couldn't even watch movies. Sigh. Whine whine whine!

I'm so glad things seem to be finally better today. But I'm knocking on wood as I say it...

I did manage to (hand-)write the rest of Chapter Sixteen, though--hurray! I'm at around 26,000 words, and tentatively feeling good about it. I've made a resolution to write 500 words per day until I've finished this darned novel--which would work out nicely with timings, since I would finish it right around Patrick's birthday in late February. Let's hope it works!

In the meantime, I'm racing to try to catch up on the academic work I haven't been able to do for the past few weeks. It's all just a bit more panicky than I'd like it to be...

The next entry will be less whiney, I promise!