Boop! New post.
I'm just getting over a bout of summer flu. Pro tip: if your boyfriend still has that hacking cough, DON'T let him borrow your toothbrush for an entire long weekend. Unfortunately my choices were limited, since we were in the middle of nowhere (exactly where we love to vacation) and he had forgotten to pack his. 'Spose he could have borrowed one of my Uncle's or whoever's toothbrush that was in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom in the cabin in the woods, but all in all letting him use mine seemed like the most humane option, and I figured what with the, uh, generous amount of contact we have on a constant basis, I would have already caught and fought that flu.
Wrong.
Something I noticed while massively feverish is that my ability to concentrate on one thing at a time was actually better than usual. I set myself up at my keyboard and got done a giant amount of work on second-drafting / transcribing a bunch of fiction, all while dripping sweat and hallucinating ponies.
(As you know if you've been paying attention, I first-draft with pen and paper. At some point those words need to make it into digital form, and that involves typing them out. This is also my biggest point of revision, since if there's anything global I want to change, I do it as I transcribe, and anything that doesn't work in first draft can fall by the wayside. This is one of my least favourite parts of my writing process.)
I'm wondering now if my occasional bout of distractionitis are related to having too much energy? I'm considering upping my exercise schedule to see what happens, once the last of the post-flu exhaustion has left me. Or maybe it's just the nature of what I was doing: second-drafting is more detail-oriented and less intense than first drafting, so it was just the ideal activity for the foggiest of days.
Anyhow, I hope you are all having a fabulous August so far.
Especially for you writer types and grammar nazis, a video catalogue of abuse of the word "literally" on Twitter.
