Other Patti was incredibly wonderful today, encouraging me to continue writing by providing me with a big box of delicacies from my favorite local bakery, the Bonbonnerie. Now, I’m not only going to be a novel writer, I’ll be a fat novel writer on top of it! I suppose I’ll have to do some sort of exercise, or at least get up out of my chair every so often.
But I think I am developing an allergy to writing. No, it’s not the dreaded (and to me, mythical) writer’s block. No, it’s that I’ve had bad sinus problems since I started this silly novel. I have just had my first handful of antibiotics that the doctor sent. That and the Allegra and the Flonase better start doing something really quick, or my head will soon explode like a prop in a cheap horror film.
The writing itself, it goes quickly. It’s amazing what you can do when you don’t have to be good at it. (There’s a lesson in there somewhere, right?)
Playing: House of Blue Leaves from the album “Ambient” by Moby
white pebble 