I am sitting here trying to think of something to write. I am just so tired. I moved a batch of LVL beams – about 25 feet long, too heavy for me to lift (I can lift an end, but not carry. They weigh quite a lot more than I do, and machinery is right out in that space) into under the house. It was just a dead slow process, working alone, having to move from one end to the other, negotiating past obstacles like the uprights keeping the house up. And then we had an ambulance emergency call-out… so anything physical exercise hadn’t chewed up mental stress did. I have a medical issue that is worrying me a lot (CT Wednesday), so my head is pretty full And here I am on a Monday…
I am trying to write through all of this – it’s moving on, but slowly. I read about people writing 5K a day, every day and finishing a humungous of novels a year… well – I HAVE written 5K a day. For 20 days, but I couldn’t write another book straight off, and I certainly couldn’t do 20 books a year. Anyway: I keep writing. And slowly books get written. (And slowly a house gets built). Doing either, the secret is just to keep on pushing forward.
Nil carborundum illigitimi
Mad Genius Club 
11 responses to “Ni carborundum illigitimi”
*misread it as ‘Ni’*
so the title says Ni but the end of the post says Nil….
so to you i say
Ni! Ni! Ni!
Go rest up, sir!
I feel your pain brother. Trying to start a farm, finalizing edits on one book with edits on another from the first reader sitting in the wings. Most days I don’t get more than a couple paragraphs.
Best of luck to you, Dave. One step at a time, and you’ll get there. I know it’s rather cliche, but worrying doesn’t do anything for you. If there’s something that needs to get done, and you can do it, do it. But worrying doesn’t help.
Take care.
It is amazing how life interferes with plans, isn’t it? My schedule at Day Job was changed, then a series of other things threw further wrenches into my usual and customary way of doing things.
“This too shall pass. Like a kidney stone, perhaps, but it shall pass.”
Prayers that the medical problem shrinks to a “not-a-problem”.
I will keep you in prayer for your CT scan. Let’s hope they look in your skull and find nothing. As it were.
Dave, you have got to be the hardest working man I’ve ever known!
Best luck with the CT scan results. And the beams. And the book. And may the emergency call-outs be few and minor!
You’re already doing more than most. Cold comfort, I know, but it’s what I must tell myself as I age and lose energy and interest.
All those wonderful ideas! They must wait for their time and my energy.
Do the best you can. That’s all you can do.
My compliments Dave. There’s few things more “fun” than trying to move long heavy sh1t into places where you can’t stand up. Doing it by yourself takes you from “Hero” to “Legend!” You get bonus points if it’s raining.
I do hope you are making good use of a cheapie Chinese electric winch, or at least a chainfall. I try to never do myself what I can get Thomas Eddison to do for me. ~:D
As for the writing thing, generally it works better when you’re not exhausted and waiting for a CT scan. I’m sure the words will fly from your fingers when all the stupid heavy things are finally where they belong.