There are a few different types of nausea, as most of you know.
There’s the ever intense ‘I ate something nasty’ food poisoning kind.
The ‘thief in the night’ stomach virus is a little less violent but will still throw you down for the count.
There’s sympathetic nausea. (you know those people who puke if they see puke?)
Morning sickness. Which really shouldn’t be called morning sickness but rather ‘all day for the first eight weeks of pregnancy’ sickness. I found I also had an aversion to garlic and to Patrick Swayze’s one hit wonder ‘She’s Like the Wind’.
( When I was newly pregnant with our first, my husband kept playing that stupid song on my parent’s piano. He’s one of those charming people who can’t seem to stop themselves from jumping on the first piano they see even though they don’t know how to play. The opening cords to ‘She’s Like the Wind’ pretty much began and ended his repertoire. -Ding ding ding ding ding. Ding ding ding ding ding. At the last ding, my stomach would upheave right on cue. I finally begged him to stop. The song still makes me uncomfortable to this day)
And then there’s the nausea that comes about whenever anyone in my entourage asks me ‘So! how’s it going with your book?’
Basically when I think about my third book out with agents, my heart drops into my stomach and the word ‘FAIL’ appears in large blinking lights behind my eyes.
It literally makes me sick to think about it.
It’s my weak spot- The biggest thing going on in my life that I haven’t succeeded in.
When I start to answer through the churning in my gut, the harder questions come- ‘Why aren’t you published yet? I don’t understand why it’s taking you so long? Why don’t you just submit to publishers?’
I honestly want to upchuck in their face.
But I don’t. (I don’t think I’d have a lot of friends left if I did)
Instead I try and explain the system and repeatedly kick myself for having told ANYONE I see face to face that I’m an aspiring writer. What was I thinking?
Does this happen to anyone else? Does talking about your writing to people who don't understand make you wanna hurl?