I have no qualms about showing you the selfie--me in my flannel squirrel jammies, a thick sweatshirt, and the socks that Lani Diane Rich knitted for me when I had my foot surgery a couple of years ago (I always wear them when I'm sick.) Okay, I confess, I ran a brush through my hair for the selfie, but otherwise, this is it. I haven't had my contacts in since last Thursday, red nose, no makeup, strictly the PJ thing, and mostly, I've been on the sofa under a blanket alternately coughing, moaning, and sleeping.
It's looked like this outside for the past two days, so I really don't feel all that bad about staying cozy inside my house.
Yesterday, Editor Nan managed to sit up at her PC for a few hours and work on a project for a client. I was surprised at how focused I was, but when I woke up, I felt pretty okay, so I used the little store of energy I had to get some work done. However, I spent the afternoon back on the couch snoozing. I've also managed to write in my journal the last couple of days, but I missed a day or two simply because it required more effort than I could muster. Those days' entries look like this: I'M SO SICK!!
But does that mean that I've abandoned all my creativity? Not particularly—Libby and Nick are still there, having conversations, building their relationship, figuring out their conflict . . . and coughing . . . oh, no wait, that’s me coughing. All in all, it’s been a rough start to the new year, but I’m not counting this as an omen. Rather, I’m looking at it as getting this crud out of the way, so I can have a strong and healthy 2016. How about you?