Dying When You’re Not Really Sick is Really Sick, You Know?

No, I’m not dying. Over the past couple days there’ve been moments when I thought I might—well, okay so it wasn’t even that bad. But, yeah, I AM sick, so the title of this post has nothing to do with what’s really going on here. It’s a quote from one of my favorite movies,¬†Better off Dead, and it’s what popped into my head so, you know, whatever.

I was worried about getting sick. I thought, “Oh great. Now I really won’t be able to get much writing in.” But turns out lying with my face smushed into my pillow and the lights all out while listening to intensely beautiful music like the soundtrack to The Chorus¬†made for some of the most productive “writing” hours of my recent life.

I worked out so many of the kinks that have been worrying me in my Painter story. The ones that were just hanging over my head in the most daunting way, daring me to tackle them. And I did it—lying down!

Oh man. I’m so giddy about it. Huge weight off my shoulders, getting rid of those kinks. Now I can go back to simply enjoying myself as I write.

It just goes to show that sometimes you have to stop staring at the words on the page and let your mind wander.