Hi guys! Sorry about the lack of activity here. In my Facebook page, I promised to reveal another writing spot that I've adopted but I haven't gotten around to it yet. The reason? You want the reason? Well, I've been feeling far too human for the past couple of weeks. It all started... When I was born.
But seriously, I have been sick for the past two weeks, and it began the worst way possible, with a killer fever/flu/cold/cough/headache combination that basically shackled me to my bed. The fever took a sleepless day or two to abate, the cold not long after, but the headache lingered on and off, and I've only just begun to leave behind my flu and coughing fits. And now, I've been having severe pains in my neck, probably from carrying my bag on the same shoulder for uncountable months.
In other words, I haven't been very productive as of late. I'm surprised that I can even write at all.
However, that's not what I'm here to talk about.
Let's just say that a brush with my mortality, as painful as the experience was, is actually inspiring in its own way. I'd even go on to say that you haven't really lived unless you've suffered a little. Yep, I might cry, scream, curse and swear at the bad days I've had and will have in the coming years, but looking back, it contrasted pretty well with the successes I've had. There's no happiness without sadness. Since the bad days are unavoidable, and most of them are past and cannot be changed, you might as well make the most of it!
Anyway, I feel that this feeds into my writing, and it's nothing new either. For my first novel, I've used the pain and suffering I've gathered from my army days to make the experience in it as authentic and twisted and enjoyable as possible.
I've never been this sick before in my entire life, but at least I know how it feels like. It's going into my writings one way or another.