It seems my inability to write this past week was due to illness.
At first I thought the ADHD medication wasn’t working. Then I thought I was just terrible at writing. It’s only yesterday that I realised I’ve been sick, and not only last week. I was struggling to focus in a volunteering engagement a couple of weeks ago. Looking back, it’s been obvious I was fighting off a virus, I just didn’t connect the dots.
This is a sequence which happens to me at least once every year: enduring brain fog, followed by frustration and fear that I can’t get things done, followed by the creeping realisation that I was unwell the whole time. Usually the trigger is a sore throat, or sinus pain, or noticing that I’ve had 12 hours of sleep three nights running.
Today I’m feeling more switched on than I have in about a week, so perhaps I’m recovering. Now I’m finding myself pulled between the need to rest patiently and the drive to get some work done. Some of the brain fog is still there, so rest might win for the time being.
That’s not to say I ground to a halt. I’ve had ideas and made plenty of notes, and dealt with another WordPress technical issue which hoovered up the best part of two days. So, there’s definitely been progress, just not the kind of progress you can see.