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Clang, Clang, Clang…

…Bring out yer dead!

Image: fishandbicycles.com

Image: fishandbicycles.com

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: krank.ie

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

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: lvl1.org

Run, Bilbo! Run!
Image: lvl1.org

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: commons.wikimedia.org

Image: commons.wikimedia.org


I’m afraid today’s post is going to be brief. This is because *cloak flourish* I am unwell.

Image: parentsconnect.com

I’m afraid I’m not as cute as this little guy, but I know just how he feels. Image: parentsconnect.com

I actually think most of Ireland has been unwell, more or less since this year began, due to the weather we’ve been having. Considering two weeks ago we had snow, last week it was bright, sunny and clear (with a cold wind), and today it’s like every drop of water in the universe has decided to land on Ireland, all at the same time, it’s no wonder we’re all crocked. Everywhere you go, you hear people hacking and snuffling, so it’s inevitable that those tenacious little germs get a foothold. I’m coughing, my throat feels raspy, and I’m exhausted, so I assume I have some sort of cold which has, in all likelihood, been recycled several times this year already. Charming.

Let’s hope I don’t start popping out in buboes or anything like that, though. If I do, I’ll give you all plenty of warning so that you can run and save yourselves.

The only real news I have on the writing front is that I managed to make the longlist for this year’s Fish Flash Fiction Prize. I was on a longlist of something like 300, out of a total of 1,400 entries. Of course, making the shortlist would have been better, but for a gal who hasn’t been writing flash fiction all that long, to get on the longlist of a major and reputable competition is a great achievement, and I’m very pleased.

I started work on ‘Eldritch’ again the other day after writing my cathartic blog post about feeling The Fear. I managed to get about six chapters into it before I was felled in my prime by this coughing-disease thing; however, it was going well up to that point. The book is not without its flaws, of course, but it’s still good work and I’m determined to see it through, to polish it into the best little book that it can be, and to get the darn thing off my computer and into the hands of an agent before the summer comes. I have a Red Letter Day in my head, the day on which I’d ideally like to be pressing ‘Send’ or putting a hard copy in the post or whatever the case may be; once it’s gone, then I can turn my eyes back to ‘Tider’ and get that sorted. I have Plans, you see. Big Plans.

However, today will be spent under a blanket, nursing a hot cup of Lemsip, reading – oh, and trying not to rip my own lungs out with the force of my coughing.

Image: shaaark.com

Image: shaaark.com

Good morning to you too! I hope you’re feeling better than me, and that your day is going swimmingly.*

*I (sort of) apologise for all the Fish-related puns. The lurgy must’ve gone to my brain and started affecting my thinking process, I guess.