Writing Life
So I have this nasty miserable head cold. The kind where your nose gets sore and if you aren't honking into a kleenex then you're sneezing. I'm working anyway. Why? Ah, I think being sick and all, my head feeling pretty much stuffed with something bland and fuzzy the swamp monster is probably in charge. Nurse Ratched being out of commission for the moment, we just might get some good stuff.
Mostly I'm adding the villain bits and it is oddly cathartic.
Mostly I'm adding the villain bits and it is oddly cathartic.
posted by Evanne Lorraine at 10:21 AM
2 Comments:
I think something's going around. Leeanne's sick, and I came down with something too yesterday. I'm blaming the folks at work making the whole place sound like a sick ward.
But having to write through it, like you.
(Oh, and stop agonizing over those submissions. You got's talent!!)
Lori, Sheila caught the cold first, but I don't think I blame mine on hers cyber viruses aren't that strong. LOL
Thanks for the cheering word. Hope we all feel better soon. Achoo!
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