By: Joelle Charbonneau
I’m sick. For those that follow my twitter feed or are Facebook friends for me, I doubt this comes as a newsflash. In the last three months, I have managed to come down with a sinus infection, bronchitis, pneumonia and pleurisy. (Who gets pleurisy???) I’m now on my third course of antibiotics (this one is also used for anthrax) and my third inhaler. (Go steroids.)
Yep. I’m sick.
The one thing I’ve learned over the course of this three-month odyssey is that I suck at being sick. Not because I whine or cry or pout. (Well, okay, the pouting thing might have happened when the steroids wore off this last time and my breathing stopped working so well. Sue me!) My problem is that I’m stubborn. I don’t want to be sick so I try to pretend that I’m not. I mean, there are still pages to be written, pages to be edited, books to be promoted, dinners to cook, an entire house to be moved, a five-year-old to run after and…
You get the point.
Perhaps my real problem is that I like work. (Yes, I’m deranged.) And really, when you think about it, writing a book involves a lot of sitting. That’s rest—right? I mean, how much better would it be if I were to just sit in a chair and do nothing as opposed to typing away on my keyboard?
Okay, I know I have a problem. But I can’t help it. So many people that I know hate their jobs.When they’re home sick, they love the excuse to get away from their typical daily grind. I LOVE my job. Never in my wildest imaginations did I think that someone would ever pay me to make up stuff or that readers would want to spend time with the characters I’ve created. So when someone suggest that I stop writing in order to rest….I can’t! I just can’t.
But I’m trying. And if you have any suggestions as to how to best do that (without giving up the fun stuff like writing), I’m listening. And I’m pretty sure my mother is, too!