Stupid Cold

I've got a heavy cold, if not the flu the last few days.  I got sick Friday for the first time in a couple of years actually.  I'm dizzy, have a heap of sinus pressure that makes it hard to breathe, and hard to do anything else either.  I was dumb enough to go into work yesterday and my head felt like it was going to explode most of the day.  I was surprised I made it home because my headache was so bad.  Naturally I've been sleeping a lot and now I'm supposed to work on the weekend, and this doesn't bode well for all the reading I've been wanting to get done.  Its not easy to try and read when your eyeball feels like it wants to explode.  Too graphic?  I'm staying home tomorrow one more day to get better, and maybe finish off this book on the history of prisons, for some research reading I'm doing my book.  Ironically, I can't seem to get away from this book and move onto something else.

Darker

Seems like this novel is taking a grim and more realistic turn.  There's something to say for making things more complex.  Life is complicated, and stories should be too.  Complex but not complicated.  You distract with one hand, so that no one's paying attention to the other.  Otherwise, where's the interest, where's the intrigue, where's the desire to see the solution to the problem?  I tend to think that life gets more realistic, as you go along in life, and this story is getting more realistic too.  I'm sure I'm wrong about how things take place in the reality as far as this story is concerned, but I made it work for this story.  Its kinda nutty when you start tapping into your own pain and experiences how much you try to resolve those old problems into a fictional world.  It helps with the realism, helps progress the story, and even helps you deal with some things too.

Writing is Good, Reading...Not So Much

I've been writing less, so I can research more.  I think the page count is up around 5,000 pages or so, at this point.  Its pretty boring stuff.  Most of this junk is gender studies type nonsense, nobody cares to read, but if you need to refute some idiot's arguments you have to know what he said and all that.  I  had to go out of town for a few days, so now I'm really behind.  I did manage to have this weird dream where it was 1980 and I was telling Reagan about his future as president, I told Barbara Bush to have a talk with her sons George and Jeb, and I was talking to Donald Trump about his future as president.  I think this had something to do with some sci-fi stuff I've been working on, either that, or it has something to do with the four Aleve I took before bed that night...