A couple of weeks ago I survived the double whammy of my daughter’s birthday and her science project. Just when I thought my life would get back to normal (if there is a normal) I got run down by the crud that’s been going around. Except mine instead of just being a cold was accompanied by red, weepy eyes and plugged up ears.
After sleeping as much as I could for a week and taking massive amounts of cold, allergy and asthma meds my eyes are beginning to return to a normal color, but my ears are still plugged. I’m wondering if this must be what it’s like to be partially deaf. It sounds as if there’s a washing machine running in my head. But my brain is beginning to return again, along with rational thought. In other words – I can write again.
I did get some containers planted last week, so there’s a few more happy plants outside. The sun seems to finally have returned here to the Northwest. Yay! Just waiting for a little more heat and I can spend my days outside writing!
And I read outside. In the Electric Mist with Confederate Dead by James Lee Burke. Wonderful cop mystery by a writer whose descriptions could make anywhere an alien planet or fantasy world. Even when it’s not. The novel was set in Louisiana, close to New Orleans and the luscious descriptions just blew me away. I’ve never been to that part of the world and he took me there. Awesome book if you’re looking for something to read.
So, I’m back to my normal schedule (sort of) and working on something new, which at this point I haven’t a clue what it is. Usually I do, so this is sort of exciting and mysterious, when it’s not exasperating. But forward I go into the darkness, trying to figure out what’s happening in this story and who the main character is. Maybe it’s all due to the plugged ears and as they become clear, so will the story.