by Liz Flaherty
I will admit at the outset that I took a selfie to show you just how I looked this week and scared myself to death, so, no, I'm not putting it here. Just think Medusa on steroids and you've got it. Then let me assure you that other than borrowing a few prescription diet pills from a friend once (God, they were great--I didn't lose any weight, but I caught up on ALL the family ironing. I think they were speed.), I've never taken an illegal drug. I've never even smoked pot. I am such a cheap drunk that no one ever asks me if I want another drink--the first one's already done its foggy-eyes, slurred speech job.
I'm not jumping on this soapbox to tell you how good (and how boring) I am--it's to tell you amoxicillin and Mucinex with a portion of arthritis-strength Tylenol on the side can create an unbelievable high. I have been so pathetically ill on my third trip through this bronchitis / ear infection / common cold maze that the most articulate thing I've said is, "Did I take my 6:30 meds?"
So what does this mean to a writer? Well, it means when I've been well enough, I've come to the office and sat at the desk. I've opened my manuscript file, smiled vaguely at it, and proceeded to play 273 game of solitaire.
Since I couldn't write I thought maybe I could sew.
I couldn't. One shouldn't do things with needles when she is soaked in Mucinex.
Not exactly. I did read an entire book the other day, sitting in my recliner in fuzzy socks with tea at my side. I think I liked the book. Maybe. I don't actually recall what it was.
Which is why it's so strange...yes, I know, this whole post has been strange, but really, it's just so weird that I sat down this morning with my tea and Kleenex and finished the synopsis that has been driving me crazy for weeks now. (Just as I'd rather have a baby than an earache, I'd rather write a book than a synopsis.) It's finished and all ready to send to my editor accompanied by a note saying, "Please...please...I'll send chocolate...please..."
It was that last line that made me think the synopsis should rest for a day or two before I send it off. Because I've never once offered chocolate in exchange for a contract offer. Sadly enough, I probably would if I thought it would work, and I'm afraid one more dose of Mucinex might convince me so...no, it's going to rest.
It will be interesting to see if it's even readable, much less saleable.
I have no ending for this post, other than to say it's 6:30 and you know what that means. Have a great week. I'm not sure what Nan has in mind for you tomorrow--she's on a Z-pack and Mucinex and hasn't come down long enough to tell us.