When I got home last Saturday, my son had just contracted the Creeping Crud; either a bad chest cold (his vote) or swine flu (our vote). He was sick, but not deathly ill. So guess who started to come down with it yesterday? Yes, yours truly. I cannot believe I managed to fend off every single germ in the Katy Texas School District only to be felled at home.
The highly suspicious part? I started getting sick the day after my Muse went on strike. See, she thought I was rushing the writing part of the new book; she needed a bit more pre-writing and world-building before she was ready to get on with the show. I rushed it, then boom; I start to get sick.
Probably not a coincidence. So we made a deal, my muse and I. I will spend the next four days drinking hot tea, taking naps, popping Vitamin C & zinc lozenges, and reading research books, and she will be sure this doesn't develop into full-blown swinegitis.
There! I feel better already. Never bet against your muse...
3 comments:
Put some honey in that tea. And feel better soon.
Ha. I am not a fan of honey--it's too sweet for me (says the woman who can put a serious dent in a box of Sees candy). But even without the honey, it worked. Homemade soup helped. I am now the proud owner of an outline for act one!
I make a wicked fine squash curry soup. Whistle (or bleat) if you need anything!
XOXO,
Mary
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