Yeah, that title came out all wrong. Kind of like my WIP yesterday and today. Every sentence came out all wrong. I held my head-to keep the pounding pressure from pushing my eyeballs out of their sockets-and wondered why in the world I ever thought I might want to be a writer.
I confessed this fear and faltering decision on dream chasing to my loving CJ and he informed me...
"You have a fever of 103.2"
"Yeah, could explain your lack of verbal abilities. Or written verbal abilities."
"Who's having problems, here?"
My point is that this will be a short post.
So, welcome to my new cool kids. We love ya!
I think if I'm clear headed, I will treat you with a fabulously relevant post to writing tomorrow.
I will wonder if I'm ever going to have more than one week at a time of feeling good and ask you....Do you write when you're sick? Does it depend on the sickness? Or sometimes, do you find a nugget of gold in all the wrong words?