Clang, Clang, Clang…

…Bring out yer dead!



I’m never going to take being able to swallow without pain for granted again. This morning the glands in my neck are so swollen that I look like I’ve had my head inflated with a foot-pump, and every movement from the shoulders up has to be conducted with extreme care. I’ve had more paracetamol in the last three days than ever in my life before, and I’ve spent most of the past 48 hours feeling dizzy, and I hate every irritating second of it.

Also, I am the worst patient in the world. Fact.

This is a pretty accurate representation of me right now... Image:

This is a pretty accurate representation of me right now…

Plus, my house looks like it’s been ripped out of the ground, shaken around a bit and replaced upside-down, and there’s three days of dishes to be done, and a pile of laundry as tall as myself…


But it will all get done, eventually. I have to keep reminding myself that you don’t have to do all the things, all the time, but somehow I find myself trying, anyway. Since I got sick I have proofread two chapters of a thesis (which was very interesting, and satisfied my inner pedant so much), and written nearly 3,000 words of a new novel idea – and all this on top of trying to keep this blog going as best I can.

Yes. Yes, I am insane.

I probably shouldn’t have started working on a new book idea, really –  I still have work that needs to be completed on ‘Eldritch’. In fact, who am I kidding; I have loads of work still to do on that story. But, for whatever reason, an idea I’d had years ago, which I’d shelved, popped back into my fevered head the other day, and – strangely – a character came with it, and a backstory, and a suitably intriguing supernatural/creep-tinged motivation for the baddie, and a complicated relationship between my character and her mother, and I just had to try to pin it down on paper.

Now, I haven’t re-read my work yet. It may be that I’ve written 3,000 words of garbled nonsense, which will leave nobody in any doubt that they burst forth from the brain of a person with an elevated temperature. At least I was ‘with-it’ enough to make notes on my new plot and story arc, and with any luck they’ll be workable. It’s exciting – I haven’t worked on something new for a while, now.

But, as many before me (whose shoes I am not fit to untie, or whatever that saying is) have said, the first rule of creating art is: Finish It.

Run, Bilbo! Run! Image:

Run, Bilbo! Run!

So, perhaps what I should do is make some notes on the new project and leave it be for a while, until I’ve had a chance to redraft ‘Eldritch.’ Then, when that’s done, it’ll be time for the new, shiny project again. And the one after it, which is already taking shape in my brain. And after that – who knows?

Right now, though, I think it’s time for dishes and laundry. Oh, what a glamorous life we writers lead, eh? Yeah.

So, send me all your good-health vibes. Force my throat to shrink by sheer power of will. Meditate upon my plight and pray for my shakes to dissipate.

And, if you fancy dropping over and giving me a hand with the housework, that’d be awesome.

Yuck. Image:


6 thoughts on “Clang, Clang, Clang…

    1. SJ O'Hart Post author

      :D! No bleedin’ excuse. Get your behind over here, right now!

      Thanks anyway. I think some of the dishes have *already* grown legs, at this stage… #AfraidToLook…

    1. SJ O'Hart Post author

      Thank you! Yes, it is indeed. But it’s also important to remember to allow ourselves time to rest when we’re ill – if only I could take my own good advice. 😉

  1. Tessa Sheppard

    I hope you get better fast. I remember the exhaustion, the fever, chills, etc and the mountain of things waiting for me. You’re right, it’ll get done eventually. Inspiration strikes at the strangest times, doesn’t it? Happened to me too! You’re a stronger person than I to keep writing. Feel better soon. 🙂

    1. SJ O'Hart Post author

      Thanks, Tessa. I’m surfing the paracetamol wave at the minute – I take some, and I’m okay for a while – so, I try to get stuck into all my tasks with a vengeance – but then, of course, the medication wears off and the pain ramps up again and I realise ‘hang on. I’m actually exhausted,’ and I collapse in a heap.

      That’s been the pattern of my hours today!

      Thanks for your good wishes. I know you know how it feels! 🙂


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