Sick

Yep, I'm sick today. This means I am very close to not being able to run my 9-Miler tomorrow. This is not good! I am preparing for the Phoenix Marathon in January, and my schedule is such that I've no leeway to postpone long runs. I can put off only a certain amount of short runs, but that's it. The thing is if I don't do my runs I run the risk of seriously injuring myself. I've already paid for my entry at Phoenix, so I can't pussyfoot around with this. I will drown myself in plenty of fluids today in the hope that I can flush this out before it gets too serious. Ugh. I hate being sick. And I have so much to do!

Writing: I haven't done much lately, which is even worse than getting sick. I really want to get up at the wee hours in the morning to get my stuff done. I just isn't that easy. I have the strong desire to go to bed at four in the morning, but the struggle lies in going to bed at around 8:30 or 9. I'm usually a night owl. Have to do this. 

In other less important things, Obama is leading McCain by a few points in most of the battleground states of the Midwest, expect in Indiana, where McCain is leading by four points. In others, they're tied. I wonder if it's really McCain we're voting for, or if it's Palin. It's hard not to like her, despite her little slips. 

It's 6:08 in the morning.

I actually got up at 4 am. 

"Why would you do such an idiotic thing?" you might want to know. Well, I'm not an insomniac. I'm a writer. Yeah, one of those. I work full time as a--well, never mind--and I don't have any time during the day to do any writing. Nada. And since I really do love to write, I have to compromise with sleep. It's a small price to pay, really. 

I'm also taking a Creative Writing course at my alma mater. Even though I already graduated, I can't seem to stay away from college. I love it. I want to go back. I'm sick, I know. 

Still, I've a novel I've written, but my degree is in Biology. *cringe* 

This happens when you get a degree in something you've an affinity for, but really don't want to make a livelihood out of it. I should of gotten a degree in English Lit, but then I might have become an short-order cook.

Anyway, my name is Ginger Graham. It's actually a pseudonym. Kind of like Cleolinda Jones, whose blog I found a week ago. She, too, is not crazy enough to exposure. 

I live somewhere in California, where I was born, but I wasn't raised here. And with all the talk about Prop 8--which I support--I might be on my way out if it doesn't pass!

Ah, the freedom of a pseudonym. I can be honest without feeling exposed. I like this feeling. It's empowering. 

As I was saying, I've a novel in my drawer that is just screaming to get published. I've passed it around to some friends. I've gotten good reviews. A few were unable to put it down. That's the best thing for an author. 

"I loved it! I just had to finish it! It was better than Blank Blank book!" 

This is a journal to record my journey from an unpublished author to one that is. It'll be a trip. Hopefully, not a very long one. But then, that's half the fun.