Progress is Slow

It's been a crap week for writing. Well, the last seven days. I did write chapter sixteen and then got about 1000 words into chapter seventeen and decided that I didn't want that scene to happen so early in the story. So I put the scene in my cut scene folder and then stared at the new blank chapter seventeen for a long time and then closed it up and then promptly came down with bronchitis. Or what I think is bronchitis. It might just be the creeping crud, but it hurts in the bronchials, especially when I cough, which I am trying not to do, but it is almost impossible. Add to that that I am allergic to most cough medicine/cough drops and I am pretty miserable. I'd make up a batch of elderberry syrup if I felt better. I hope this leaves soon. I hate feeling like my temperature is 8000 degrees.

I have been doing a lot of plot thinking though, which is about all I have been good for the past three days, although I did manage to make dinner tonight (thank you Instant Pot). I've got more and more things figured out. I don't think I am going to finish this book as quickly as I had hoped, but I am making progress and I think I just have to give myself a break. I can make up for it when my brain isn't busy trying to leak out my ear. Which really, really needs to stop like yesterday.

I hope I wake up feeling better tomorrow.