But I am not me. I'm sleeping overtime. I didn't get up until 7 this morning, instead of my usual 4 AM. I go to bed early. I even take naps. This healing up from getting hit by a car is not something I can schedule for next month.
I contacted my co-author. I've already done the first draft. I've written the plot outline. Could she help? She's swamped with other obligations.
I called my mom. "I'm sure you can do it."
Okay, she's learned. She didn't used to be so sure I could meet my deadlines. But now that she's convinced, I'm not so sure. I'm not sure I should be taking time from working on my mystery to write this blog entry. But I need a break. I just cut out a scene that I thought was funny, but that doesn't forward the plot.
Okay, this is enough of a break. I also took a break earlier to go buy milk at the corner store. A half gallon of milk weighs 4 lbs. That's the maximum I can carry. I carried it for 3 blocks. Back to work. If I don't meet that deadline, it won't be because I goofed off. I don't do that. But I do sleep.