Did you ever wake up and have zero energy? Like the idea of getting out of bed sapped all your strength. And you hadn’t moved a muscle yet. That was this morning. The alarm went off and all I could think about were the aches and pain in my body.
I crawled back into bed and slept another hour. I woke up mentally alert, but physically I could use another day of sleep. I don’t remember ever feeling like this in my 20s. And another birthday approaches in November. Ouch.
I forced myself up and out of bed to work on my Flashwords for the Crimebake conference. It came to me last night at midnight and I put in 2 more hours revising this AM. Then I had to shower and breakfast and take the dogs out. I came back in and reworked my synopsis based on all the amazing feedback from the CTRWA critique group. I even added a couple hundred words to the manuscript itself. With the synopsis in better shape, I sent it off to another auction from the Brenda Novak summer auction. Now there is only one left to finalize.
So much to do! Then I have a few more contests to enter. It never stops. Then again, when it comes to writing, I never want it to. It feels like what I was born to do. Sure sometimes, I have to force myself to sit down and start a new scene. But it usually comes to me once I’m in the chair.
I’m still feeling physically spent, but I think that is because of the move and all the stress. I unpacked about 45 boxes in 7 days. I have 4 left to unpack and the room is set up. I’m taking it slow now so it might be another week before it is all done.
Have you ever felt physically wiped out, without being sick? What did you do to get your energy back?