Writing Sick

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Sick. Hacking, nasty, curl-up-and-moan sick. And I hate it.

I’ve always loathed being ill, mostly because I can’t do the things I want to do. Someone once told me this was my latent control freak rearing her ugly little red head, but I don’t care. While, yes, it can be a relief to roll over in the bed, tissue clutched in hand, and seek blessed comfort in a drugged out state, the whole thing usually makes me angry.

My mother told me that my reluctance to pamper myself prolonged my healing after my surgery in 1998, and she may be right. But I have things to do!!

Life is too short, too beautiful, and with far too many things to do and see and achieve to spend days in bed, staring at the wall.

Although . . . I do tend to create when I’m staring at that wall, painting new characters across it, and on occasion, my drugged out state has given me strange and wonderful plot ideas, like the one in this extended entry. Sounds kinda like it’s out of a drugged haze. lol!

No matter. Today, I need caffeine and painkiller, then it’s family time. See y’all Monday.

Reclaiming Daisy Doe
Details: Mystery with Inspirational Elements (possible series)
100,000 words
Pitch:
Following her mother

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