I've definitely discovered that it's pretty much impossible to write on your death-bed.
This antibiotic (Cipro) does a great job, alas, a side effect is that it completely wipes me out. I have to work since I'm paid by the hour, so by the time I crawl home all I want to do is lie in bed and wallow in self-pity. At least it's a low-energy activity!
However, it doesn't stop me from reading or thinking, so I have a pile of plot points floating around in my head that I transcribe in the morning before my energy runs away and hides. I try to keep pushing ahead, but.. ugh.. it's a real uphill fight.
I can't see how a full-time fiction writer can keep going under these circumstances. Even with 5-6 cups of coffee, I'm lucky if two brain cells collide and spark a thought! I'm almost completely on autopilot. Well, I suppose I can KIND of understand.. even dead sick, tired, low on sleep and grouchy I can write software, so maybe it's just a matter of experience. Maybe after 20 years of fiction writing it just happens naturally, like with me and writing code.
Regardless, I took the last pill this morning and (according to the doc) in 2 days it should be flushed out of my system and I'll be in recovery from the recovery.
Hopefully this weekend I can get my main Website updated, post in the 5 blogs I have outside of Red Room, get some outlining done and generally get back on track. I need to dig out the old Vicky Chronicles and organize them so that I can get a couple of edited episodes out, and start in on some illustrations for them.
Enshadowed isn't going anywhere right now, grumble. "Dead Heir" is getting thrown out and I'm starting over, I love the concept but my first cut was.. erm.. hideous and not in a good way.
Stay well, folks!