So about that thing

I know this isn’t the first time I’ve been sick since last year’s pneumonia. I had a cold at some point last year. But this is the first time I’ve been moderate-to-very sick. It started with a sore throat on Monday, and for the first 24 hours could barely manage a whisper. Then it moved into my chest, and now it’s moved into my head.

Part of the problem is that I haven’t taken any time off from the day job to rest and re-cooperate. I’ve worked every day that I’ve been sick, and as a result, I’m still sick. Tomorrow I’m flying to SF for the day job as well, so no rest. Maybe next weekend.

This means I’m at least a week behind on the new book. I was able to start thinking about it today — a true sign that I’m getting better, finally. Hopefully this week while I’m in SF I’ll be able to do more plotting, so I can start writing the week after. I want to start writing this book. It’s what drew me here to NOLA.

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