The reason: Last night, I went to bed with a slight niggling ache above my right brow. When I woke up this morning, it was a full-blown migraine.
For those of you who've experience one: it was one of those bouts. You know, that makes you want to cry like a little girl and roll into the fetal position. Even if you happen to be in the bank.
BANK! Yes. I was. With a migraine. And a bruised butt because of the not so gentle injection I'd received for the pain. All to pay a tenth of my salary into a bank account I don't use because of bank charges I didn't technically incur. So that I could close it.
I arrived home in time for lunch, ate, and almost as soon as I left the table, another bank's lady rang the bell to arrange for my new account. So yeah. Migraine, although no longer acting like a perverse imp with a jackhammer, is still there, and still knocking at my skull occasionally.
After she left, I got a bit of work done. And here I am. Typing this post before I ball up into the fetal position like I'd wanted to do all day.
Aaah... the things I do for new novelists.
Any of you notice something? Or... more specifically, do any of you not notice something?
Yeah... writing is conspicuous in its absence today. I haven't written a word. And I won't until tomorrow.
And that's okay.
Because sometimes, life happens. Even to us writers.
We still have to deal with banks and sick children and basements that flood and the coming zombie apocalypse. Well... maybe not the kids and the flooding basements. Not all of us have those.
But the point is, sometimes, we just can't write because there's no time.
And that's okay.
Tomorrow, or maybe next week, will be better.
As long as you come back to writing as soon as you can.
What has been your external-factor-day from hell?