Sick Random Thoughts

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"
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah, could explain your lack of verbal abilities. Or written verbal abilities."
"Who's having problems, here?"
"You."
"Oh yeah."

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?