Finally Fever Free for Fall

This month has not been kind to me in terms of writing. That may seem sort of calm-before-the-storm, as next month will challenge my commitment and time constraints to their limits, but really there's no correlation. I got sick; I've been busy with plenty of people; la-ti-da. Not that my month has been poor; not by any stretch is this so (although, on second thought, the sickness hasn't been ideal). Mostly, life threw writing out the window, and in-flew-enza (okay, I didn't really get the flu - but the old joke poem opportunity was too convenient)
So Matthew asked today what my NaNo was even going to be about. Well... I have no clue. I had a stable beginning to a story, but nowhere for it to go. I've considered a couple of options thus far: make stuff up - I mean, this is what writing, and NaNo specifically, is all about anyway, right? Option #2: pick a story I've already invested more time into, and built a plot or setting on. The problem with this strategy is, I don't want to waste any good stories on the junk that will appear over this following month. Option #3: invest a day or two, sneaky-like, and really really prepare for this new story. Do I have time for this option? It goes well with option 1 if I fail to find the time. This is the most likely candidate at the moment. Option #4: take it a lot easier and hold less high standards. I've considered lowering the 50k lower limit on the story, and simply writing for the heck of it. Sure, it wouldn't be a novel perhaps, but a novella still fits the acronym fine, and I'd be doing the writing that I enjoy. I've also considered, as option #5: not doing nano. This option makes me sad. I could just read a book a day for 30 days, each of 50k words or more. I could write a poem each day for 30 days. I could try to learn something completely new, perhaps even something *ahem* novel, during the month of november, and simply use the month as a means of motivation.
But really, nothing entices me as much as the original intent of a completed novel. I'm going to have to figure this out.
In other news, I'm almost better! It's been about a week, so... about freaking time. The fall has been a little slow in coming, but the colors are filling up, and we're adding golds, browns, yellows, crimson, and scarlet colors to the countryside palette. I'm enjoying it, when I get out of bed and out of doors. Please send this cough and feverishness away for good.

Fever dreams and other fever things

Whenever I try and sleep, I'm getting fever dreams. My mother and I watched Oz (the relatively recent movie), and I tried resting immediately following the movie and woke up every couple of minutes with frustrating dreams. There were a bunch of braziers ablaze around me, and circles of light rose around them like smoke rings.
For whatever reason, this meant that the evil witch would return, and realize the wizard's farce.  I couldn't get the images out of my head, and I couldn't sleep. My fever raised from 101 to 103 in the past 24 hours, and I'm getting increasingly tired. After taking medicine (I haven't taken medicine in years), my fever dropped to a more reasonable 102, and my eyelids no longer felt like fire.
I need this sleep...

I'd hoped to drive back tomorrow, but it looks like I'm stuck here until I can sit upright long enough to drive home. It's strange, but I don't actually feel that terrible. My throat is only the barest bit scratchy, I can breathe mostly (low congestion, low lung tightness), no headache, no stomach ache. I have chills that make keeping warm (or cool) miserable, as I'm constantly sweating in and out of blankets and clothes, I have spaghetti limbs, I have an occasional wet cough, and when I stare at screens my eyes split (this is common when I'm sick or very tired because I'm half near-sighted, half normal-vision)
So I'm a bit miserable, but not in undue pain and, when I'm not sweating my way out of sheets and clothing, I'm relatively comfortable lying down with a mug of tea.
I just need to get better so I can go to California.