I'm sick. One of those lingering colds that lasts about a week--so I'm midway through. I can't breath right, I cough a lot, and my head pounds. My final proofs for my April book are here and have to be read and to my editor on Monday.
I ache too much to even think about doing them.
I figure this has to be the end of a very long run of "bad luck." I'm so far behind on where I'd wanted to be writing-wise that I'm simply taking time off, retrenching, and lying low. Maybe I'll get some reading done.
No need for creative excuses for putting off writing--I simply need to heal both mentially and phyically. I need to crawl into bed and hang out--at least until I have to go to work again on Monday.
Then it'll be back on the treadmill of getting things done: thank you notes, Thanksgiving, etc.
But for today, the treadmill has been turned off.
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Oh no Michele. Sounds like I have been on overload and you have been under the weather nad a cloud hanging over you. I know when "Hart's Victory" hits the stores...things will brighten. I will try to be more in touch. Keep smiling - the sun does shine.
:)
Thanks much, trackmom!
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