Okay, I’m having a very, very bad week. The worst of it I’m trying not to dwell on ’cause I can’t deal with it properly except in very small doses, but there’s still plenty of other bad to write about.
First of all, I feel like crap. The new NSAID my Rheumatologist prescribed, Diclofenac, hurts my GI system even when I take it with food (as they recommend). For several hours after a dose, I’m in massive tummy discomfort. And I have to take it twice a day.
I’ve also got some sort of cold or bug or my immune system is having a mild freak out. I’ve stopped taking the Methotrexate and am on hold until my blood test results come in, letting me know if I’m one of the 1 out of 10 that would experience life-threatening side effects on Imuran. So my immunosuppressant meds are reduced to a very low dose of prednisone–prime time for a flare-up. My throat’s sore, my fingers feel swollen, and I’ve got a lingering headache. Plus I can’t take anything for my various aches and pains except Tylenol, because they interact with the Diclofenac. And Tylenol does piddly squat.
Then, On Spec finally sent me word about the story they’ve been sitting on. 333 days. That’s nearly a whole year, and the answer is “no.” They said it was charming, but in the end decided it wasn’t for them. Wah! I’m very disheartened by this rejection. I really was hoping to have found a home for this story. Damn.
Also, received a your “work was on our short list for publication consideration but . . . ” from Flashquake on (duh) a flash piece they’ve been sitting on since November.
And Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine told me via form letter to snog off.
Sending everything back out again, of course, but paired with the lack of winning news from Phobos, I’m having a very dejected time of it.
Working on the Urban Fantasy rewrite. Ended up with something like forty-four crits of it. Should have it done and the story out the door before the weekend. That’s the plan, at least.
In a fit of angst, fury, and despair, I started another novel. 3500 words into a paranormal romance. Yes, a romance. Why? Because I’ve never written a romance before. Glah.
This week totally blows goat chunks. And it’s not anywhere near over yet.
I’m sorry. 🙁
I know you don’t need me telling you to hang on, and it’ll get better, but…
Hang on. It will get better.
You’re far too good for the rejections to last; your successes in the past prove that. It’s just a hurdle, nothing more.
(And this seems to be the week for bad writing news; I just found out that a partnership arrangement I thought was almost in the bag isn’t going to happen. We’re still working with the guy on arranging something else, but it won’t be nearly what we wanted it to be.)
Thanks, Mousie-fangs. It’s not just the rejections, although the On Spec one really stung. It’s just everything on top of them. Blah.
Sorry to hear about your partnership thingy falling through. But it’ll give you more time to work on your trilogy, yes?
Oh, Eugie, I’m so sorry you feel so awful. You could’ve skipped the crit–I wouldn’t have minded. Extra thanks, though, for writing it up for me under such circumstances. I wish there was something I could do to help!
Have you tried any yoga today?
Thanks, B. I very much enjoyed reading your Critters story. It’s a good one. And you’ve definitely done good things to it since last I saw it. Right now, any escapism I can get is a Good Thing.
“Have you tried any yoga today?“
Heh. Actually, I tried meditating yesterday and fell asleep. Dagnabit.
HUGS all around! Hope everything equalizes out soon.
Thank you. Me too!
Sorry you don’t feel good, Eugie. Hopefully it will pass soon. This whole week seems to suck for everyone.
Week of suckitude. Yup. Glarg.
I’m so sorry that you’re having such an awful week.
I hate nasty meds that upset your stomach. Can you take Phenergan?
Thanks, sweetie. This too will pass . . .
“Can you take Phenergan?“
I don’t know. My doctor’s never suggested it or prescribed it. Have you had experience with it?
Which there was something I could do to help, but since there’s not, I offer you my commiseration.
Thank you. Commiseration is always appreciated.