Enchantments
Musings About Writing and Stories About Life

She's like the girl in the movie when the Spitfire falls
Like the girl in the picture that he couldn't afford
She's like the girl with the smile in the hospital ward
Like the girl in the novel in the wind on the moors

~~Marillion
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It doesn't all suck

Words Written: 0 (currently consumed with critiquing)

I decided to give myself another day of rest to recover from the lurgy, so I’m staying home from work. Of course, I decided this morning, and had to be up to call and let the carpool driver know, so I’m pretty much up. I suspect an afternoon nap will be part of today’s schedule. I don’t feel quite as lethargic as I did yesterday, and I’ve morphed into the coughing phase of the cold.

I just got set up to log in remotely to work from home, so I’ll try to do a little work and not have to take 8 hours of sick time, since I don’t think I even have 8 hours of sick time accrued (I lost a whole day when I threw my back out).

I’ll continue to read Phae’s wonderful ms, and also look at the Black Lace novel (the editor didn’t like our original title, so we’re going to suggest Cat Scratch Fever) because I haven’t given it a thought since we sent the proposal and I need to refresh my memory on what happens next. Teresa and I need to brainstorm the next few chapters and the overall arc. We also need to finish hashing out our collaboration agreement (I need to track down where I put my notes on that).

And I need to get through some e-mail that piled up during this lurgy-filled weekend. It’s all do-able, as long as I take it slow.

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Nearly 6 p.m. I’ve alternated between reading Phae’s ms, making some notes on CSF, answering a bunch of e-mail, and watching a little TV. I just came upstairs after sitting in the hot tub for a bit. I think I relaxed a little too much, because now I’m feeling rather weak. Bleah. And I keep forgetting to check and see if we have enough cat litter for me to change the boxes and put the trash out. If not, I’ll have to go shopping—yuck.

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Overdue on getting to bed. Today was coughing day, so my throat is ripped up. Feel miserable, mentally, physically, and emotionally.

There was enough cat litter, though, and I had brown rice and pot stickers for supper, and talked to Ken for awhile.

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Currently Reading: untitled Zoë Martinique manuscript, Phaedra M. Weldon
Lately Listened To: me hacking up a lung
Recently Watched: “CSI: Miami”



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