August seems to be following July in the respect that I'm writing, but not on any sort of a schedule. Last month I set a goal to write ten thousand words in thirty-ish days. I succeeded. This month I think I'll do the same. If I keep that up, Bleed might actually be finished before the cold weather sets in. Then again, if I'm home next week, I might get a head start.
I thought about writing today (more that I knew it wasn't going to happen), but I spent a good portion of the afternoon at the doctor's office. I lost a fair amount of blood in the name of science, but there will hopefully be a diagnosis sometime tomorrow. Recurrent mono is still in the lead, with a possibility of hypothyroidism. Oh, and it looks like I have chronic hypertension. You know, just to make things more interesting.
Depending on how the tests come out, I've decided to take a week off work to rest up. I didn't the last time I had mono, and it didn't work out so well for me. So, there may be writing. There will certainly be sleeping. If I can somehow manage to write in my sleep, my problems will be solved.
Unless my sociopathic tendencies come out in my sleep. That might not be so good for my characters.....