My allergies are so bad lately that they've severely interrupted my life. It got to the point on Friday that I had to take some allergy drugs. Relief is a good thing, even if it's only temporary. Being drowsy is not.
The kind of meds I'm taking make me extremely drowsy and make my head foggy. So I only took them Friday night. Then yesterday morning I felt worse. So I took them again, felt better and went about most of my daily activities. This morning I had to weigh all the effects carefully before I popped that little pill: I could either not take it and suffer (to the point that I'm getting sick and can't eat) or I could take it, feel better and just nap on the couch most of the afternoon. I decided to take the drugs. So now I feel like a walking zombie who is reading with her eyes half closed and who will soon be grading papers. I tell you, what a rotten way to spend the weekend! And apparently there's really no end in sight to the allergy problem here in Austin.
I worked a lot yesterday (even in the allergy med fog) on TCAFS and I'm thrilled with the way the story is coming together. I still wish I didn't have to go to the day job so I could spend as much time as I wanted on my writing, but if I want my supply of allergy meds to stay filled, I guess I have to keep the day job...for now. You know, just until I make the best-seller list a kazillion times in a row.
I ventured over to eharlequin to check out the latest Harlequin Romances last night, which led me to check out several authors. Do you know I found one woman who had 7 books published this year? 7! SEVEN! Granted they're short contemporaries, but they're still full stories. I'm aiming to write 2 a year and I thought I was doing well with that. But seven? I'd definitely have to quit the day job for that and yet, I'd have to make more money in order to quit the day job! It's a vicious catch 22, isn't it?
Unless I hit the best-seller list a kazillion times in a row.