Shh ... Don't tell Jean or Wendy I posted. They did so well this week, and I did nothing other than endure the flu. I don't want them to laugh or call me names or keep me from joining in their writers games ... Wait, I think I'm confusing me with Rudolph. Again. Need to dial these meds back a bit, I think.
Anyway, what a way to start the new year. There are some writers apparently who are capable of dragging their fevered bodies to the keyboard and pounding out masterpieces even during delirium. Delirium to me is simply delirium.
I intended on writing today, but instead, slept, slept, slept. Now, of course, I'm wide awake when I should be sleeping. Humana nocturnal as it were. At night the writer rises from his crypt and seeks out an unsuspecting plot ...
Yes, I'm a bit discouraged about losing so many days at the beginning of the year, but I did build in those extra days for sickness, emergencies, etc., so my plan is still intact, although perhaps under the weather a bit. Just because I got off to a slow start doesn't mean the whole year will be slow. We're never defeated as long as we get back up after we're knocked down.
So, starting tomorrow, I will be getting back up as long as my health permits. And if not tomorrow, then Monday. But I will be getting back up, one way or another. And then I'll let Jean and Wendy know.
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What do you mean you've done nothing but delirium? Why, just the other day, you were bragging about producing copious quantities of snot.
From all that, I can certainly understand becoming confusing and thinking you're Rudolph. It's well known that Rudolph vacations in Oklahoma after the holidays, and, well, you both have red noses. It's a foregone conclusion you'd become consufed -- especially in your current state of detritus, er, delirium.
Ah, Jean, are you hitting the eggnog again?
Couldn't be eggnog. I never touch the stuff. It grosses me out and makes me gag to think of it.
Hubby consumes a gallon of it between Thanksgiving and New Years', but I think that just gives him an excuse to drink bourbon in the morning.
It is, however, way past my bedtime, so there may be a touch of my own delirium setting in.
I'm late to the party again. Glad you're feeling better, Stephen. We've missed you around here. Here's to more writing and less snot!
Jean, I can't stand eggnog, either. I hate how sweet it is and how it coats your mouth.
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