Well, so far I am the only one in my house who hasn't gotten this nasty stomach virus that is slowly (it has a 4 day incubation period as far as we can tell) knocking off everyone in the house. I spent the night on the couch trying to avoid it, catching up on bad television and reading until my eyes could no longer stay open. My neck is paying the price for my sleeping arrangements now.
I would have written until the wee hours of the morning, but I have a thing. I really can't write at night. My brain is drained and my body only wants to try to relax. If I can't write by 3 in the afternoon I have serious writers block. I may get some writing done today, if the kids will cooperate and the dog doesn't want out every five minutes. Come to think of it, this counts as writing. Doesn't it? Probably not.
If you are looking for some great reading, head on over to the 52 Stitches website and read Cate Gardener's story. It is a nice little dystopian fantasy with a very Cate ending to it. I really enjoyed how she built a world in so few words. It left a distinct picture in my head.
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