I'm losing it.
I was fine yesterday afternoon, then woke up in the evening with a sore throat. This morning, I bought some medicine, took it, and slept until the afternoon. When I got up to write, I only managed one chapter by a little after eight.
I'd already bragged that updates would return to normal today, so I had no choice but to keep writing.
By now, I'd only written a hundred words of the third chapter.
I kept sweating, my eyes were dry, and even breathing took effort. Coughing hurt like hell, and I couldn't concentrate at all.
This was fucking ridiculous. This month had been fucking ridiculous.
Either my old problems acted up, or I caught a cold for no reason. My heater made me sweat so much in the middle of the night that I'd wake up drenched, so how the hell did I catch a cold? I just couldn't figure it out.
I'd been updating on and off for half a month and was planning to start writing normally again today, finish the bonus chapters for the alliance leaders, but I fucking couldn't focus at all. I stared at the computer screen with my hands on the keyboard, my head full of yesterday's dreams and those irritating machine-translated materials I'd read. I kept thinking about updating, thinking about updating. After finishing the second chapter, I'd written only a little over a hundred words by one or two in the morning.
I'd been using eye drops for several days and thought my eyes had gotten better, so I could finally start writing again.
This was fucking ridiculous.
Even smacking my own head and forcing myself to focus didn't help. This goddamn luck pissed me off so much that tears kept streaming down my face.