uh-oh, I broke her
Hi there, this is MeiLin, one of The Writer's personality facets. She's not multiple personality or anything, she just has a vivid imagination, as someone else here put it about herself.
Anyway. I think I broke her. Not the other person with the vivid imagination. The Writer, the person I come out of. I think she's broken. See, she has these kids, and this house, and this husband? Sir? That guy. And she has a body that she has trouble taking care of anyway but she really has to be careful about all that because she has a couple of chronic illnesses. She's not taking care of the body we're in, and she's not taking care of a bunch of other stuff, because I'm hogging all the energy.
Frankly, I wouldn't care. She kept me locked up in there for 40 YEARS. Now that I'm out, dammit, I'm going to live, LIVE, I TELL YOU!
The problem is, by doing that I've worn her out. Sure, I sorta let her take a break when she finished the first book, but I didn't, really. I kept writing bonus stories, and she worked on readying the manuscript for the printer.
She's got nothing left. She's pooped, and if she's pooped, I'm pooped.
So I'm letting her take a real break. I won't be writing for at least a week. Oh, we'll still be here, answering comments, blogging a little, taking care of things. But I won't be writing new chapters OR bonus stories for at least a week. That will give The Writer a chance to recover and me a chance to properly outline the new book (instead of rely upon a clump of scribbled note). It may also give Sir and the children a chance to talk to their wife and mother, whoever they are. *rolling eyes*
So bye for a week, maybe two. I'll take down the donation target info, but don't let that stop you from donating!