So, I have two chapters left on the final revision of my current novel, Thirty Days to Glory. Well, really only a chapter and a half. And, I have an actual deadline. It needs to be polished and ready before a writer’s conference in November where I plan to visit with a couple of agents. This was the target week for getting ‘er done!
Then, the flu hit our town. It is “presumed to be” H1N1 or the hiney flu as my ninety-year-old mother-in-law puts it. Our office is averaging thirty or forty people a day. Not all of them have the flu, thank goodness. It is mostly small children, and so far they are recovering well.
Three of the confirmed cases are children of our office nurses, though. So in addition to being extra busy, we are short a few hands each day. I’ve been staying after hours to do the office-manager stuff I’d normally tuck into spare hours during the day.
Thus, my heroine remains 28.5 days from Glory.
In the big scheme of things, her delay is far less important than small children with 102 degree fevers. It isn’t even a contest, really. And I know she will get there. Just as I know we will get through this season and look back next winter and say, “Oh, man, remember that one time when we had so many patients we were giving shots out in the hall…?”
Some things are way better in review.