How to not blog, write or otherwise do anything that might matter for a week
Have a loved one get the flu, then catch it from them. Works like a charm.
There are some afflictions I can write through and a good, old-fashioned, butt-kicking flu is none of them. I can’t write when I’m wrapped up shivering in bed, and I can’t write when I’m half-dead from lack of sleep. Actually, whatever one calls the hellish altered state you go through when you have a fever all night and you’re not awake counts as anti-sleep, I think. Sleep’s evil twin?
Anyway, today was really the first full day since last Wednesday I feel as if I’m fully functional, but now I’m catching up with reading for the next WUTA Big Books session Thursday, so writing still feels elusive. I comfort myself by cradling one-liners in my mind for future use. The ones I remember are obviously strong enough to be worth it.