"Exterminate!" "I kinda figured that."

So, yes. I spent almost the entirety of yesterday sleeping. I thought that I was over that sickness thing - apparently not. There was a lot of sleeping. And some sulking and feeling sorry for myself. A little bit of writing and worldbuilding (not a lot, but I did write something for On a Saturday that is now posted at followedmystar... the worldbuilding is doing funny things to my initial concept of the story, but that's fine with me). Some reading (not much). Then some more sleep (some of it drugged, thanks to Evie giving me Nyquil, which is, to tell the truth, the nastiest thing I have ever put in my mouth and I will never do that again).

Apparently while I was sleeping, the dog tried to eat one of my notebooks. Nothing was in it that hadn't already been typed up (it was the one I wrote "Lullaby for a Dead Girl" in, there's nothing else in there, and God knows there are about twenty copies of that story floating around various places, so I've got nothing to worry about there), and she didn't really destroy the notebook, just tear up the back and a bottom corner, but it's annoying. I'm protective of my notebooks. And she doesn't usually chew on anything she's not supposed to. Eat pine needles and try to kill my pant legs, sure, but that's different.

I can't tell today whether I'm feeling better, or just bad in a different way. I no longer want to sleep all day, and I don't feel like throwing up (mostly), but I'm achy and it rather hurts if anything touches my body, especially if I'm not expecting it (which is pretty much the same as yesterday), and I feel all... weak and shaky. Which did not happen yesterday. What the hell?

And I'm cold, but I think that just means I need to put on a sweater, considering I'm sitting here in a shirt with no sleeves and I'm always cold. Rrrh. None of this entry has any point except to let you know I'm still alive, and I took an awful lot of words to say that. Eh. My brain's not doing so well with the thinking thing today, in case you hadn't noticed.

So she took her love for to gaze awhile... ("I like this song. It reminds me of something.")

So. I just realized. Script Frenzy is in a week. And I'm thinking about doing it just to get my brain in a mode where writing is a normal thing to do again.

Thing is, I'm having trouble deciding what to do with it. Right now, there are two options.

Option number one, I rewrite "Lullaby for a Dead Girl" as a play. The basic plot and everything is already there, and it's already very easy to see as a play, it would just be a lot more dialogue. Which, you know. It's not like I have a problem with dialogue.

Option number two, I write a television pilot for On a Saturday. Because I'm just in love with television as a medium, but I've never written a script before. It would require me to do a massive amount of worldbuilding and plotting in the next week, but I'm fairly sure I can do that. And then I have a very good starting place if/when I decide to write it as a novel.

So. What do you think, O great and wise friends list?

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