I have what is commonly referred to around here as “the crud”. Big whomping sinus headache, congestion…not to mention the mental fuzzies from the massive quantities of OTC drugs I’m taking to make it through work. I could be an in house ad for “This is your brain. This is your brain on sinus meds.” My pupils are HUGE. This sort of condition is pretty common in Mississippi from November to March. The weather can’t make up its mind whether it wants to be properly winter cold or if it wants to moonlight as late spring and be over 70. Barf.
I’ve got the itch to write, but I’m not sure if it would be on Til Death or starting the second draft of House of Cards. I’ve been giving a great deal of thought to the latter lately, about the changes I want to make, how I want to streamline the story to be the best it can be. So I’m leaning in that direction. But right now with this vice around my head and the ice picks methodically pricking my temporal sinus cavities–I can’t quite string words together coherently. Add to that the houseful of company I’m currently dealing with and it’s not the best climate for writing. Hopefully next week I will be feeling better and once the company is gone, I can make up my mind and start on something.
Anybody got an auger?