MONDAY MUSINGS

I spent the week trying to recover from the flu.

My hubby had a business trip to Santa Fe and I had planned on going with him.

It's one of my favorite trips.

I knew I was too sick to go, but my hubby convinced me that the fresh mountain air would be good for me, so I pulled myself out of bed and packed.

On the way to the room in the hotel, I stumbled down the long hallway and thought I was going to pass out. But I made it, collapsed onto the bed, and basically didn't get up for two days. As a matter of fact, I never once even left the hotel room. My hubby bought me food and I attempted to eat, but that didn't go over too well.

During the day, I kept the window open. I had a beautiful view of Santa Fe with the mountains in the background. The fresh mountain air did indeed feel good.

In my mind, I romanticized the situation and told myself I was so sick that I was being spirited away into the mountains to recover. My daughter is a Victorian novel fan and she said it was like being sent away to the seaside to recover--doctor's orders.

BTW, I went to the doctor for a steroid shot. He didn't mention the need for fresh mountain air.

Bummer. Where are the doctors that prescribe such a thing? I need one. Better yet, wouldn't it be nice if insurance covered a "get well" trip?

At any rate, I had my dose of fresh mountain air, and it did do me a world of good. I am much better, but so weak.

First order of business this week--get my health back. I'm going to eat well and try to get a little exercise everyday.

Second, try to get my books selling again.

My book sales have NOT been good lately. Actually, sales haven't been good for a long time. My books just haven't taken off like I hoped they would.

It really gets me down sometimes. It gets into my head and I feel like my books must NOT be good or else they would sell.

Even as those negative thoughts wander through my head, I busily type away at the computer on my next book--that also won't sell.

Sometimes I wonder why I'm putting so much time and effort into an endeavor that appears to be fruitless.

But I can't stop myself. I love writing.

And so I push forward. Giving up is not an option.

No more feeling sorry for myself.

Sigh.

On a lighter note, I read a really good book this week. It kept my mind off enduring the flu--and everything else.

Seriously good book. I promise, you won't be able to put it down! Give it a try!

Have a great week everyone!