It's been almost two weeks since my son was born. Since then, I've barely had sleep, worked a few days, and had seven migraines in just over a week. Among all this, I've also hit 500 pages on The Faithful.
Now that I've hit that mark, I'm looking back at the last sixty pages of the novel, trying to remember where everyone had landed before some of the bigger events happened. Going back through, I've found that most of my characters ended up doing odd things that aren't in their character so that I can get them to another place. Every time this has happened, I get stuck and have to force out the words to clean up and solve these issues. Honestly, I've been stuck for over a month around page 497, unable to force out those few extra pages for some reason, despite having the scene entirely played out in my head.
Regardless to say, I have a good amount of stuff to rewrite, to fix. All this between changing diapers, feeding my son, making sure he's warm in a frigid house, and cleaning. The migraines don't help either.
I recently saw my doctor, who tried to give me advice on getting Graham on a sleep schedule to help with my migraines, but as soon as I told him he'd spent a week in the NICU, he threw all that out the window, told me I'd have to suffer, and scheduled our next appointment in three months. A lot of help, let me tell you.
For the moment, I'm going to write while I can, despite the migraine pressing behind my eyes.