So yesterday I was supposed to run. But I did not.
And I can't honestly say I feel bad about it.
I woke up feeling like I was fighting off a cold, and still felt oogy (technical term, meaning dull and grumpy and lethargic) all morning. In the afternoon, the oogyness began to fade and I spent hours on Raoul's query letter. (I'm sure I look funny doing that... staring intently at the screen for minutes on end, then lunging forward and changing one word, then staring again until I change the word back.)
So I got stuff done. Just no running. I'm surprised that I don't feel bad, as I'm usually all into beating myself up over this sort of thing, but I'm actually fine with it, so that's good.
Today I will be playing Wii Fit for 30 minutes or so (boxing, some strength challenges, and maybe a bit of hula hoop if I'm feeling saucy), and I'm also in the process of reading Raoul top to bottom to make sure it's ready to go out. 18,000 words in, it is, and I am starting to feel ready to let it go. I'm aiming for January 31st, so expect at least one panicked "what if they hate it?" post between now and then. :)
Actually, let's pre-empt that. If they hate it, whatever. My heart is in this book, and I know I've done everything I could for it. I've learned from it, and I'll carry that forward into the next book, and that has to be the definition of success as a writer.
Off to read my book. Third time reading a book before sending it to agents and the feeling of "wow, I wrote this?" hasn't worn off. I hope it never does!