I am sick. For two days. The haze is not a good friend to my sinuses. Spent the entire Sunday alternately sneezing and trying to stem a profusion of mucus. Monday saw me trying to breathe with my head stuck in cotton wool. Tuesday was dealing with the crap Monday had left before it disappeared.
Going back to work tomorrow. Already I have a backlog, so it seems.
Plus-point: Midautumn Festival.
Plus-point: My alter ego's page is up on
Goodreads.
Plus-point:
Free fiction is also up on Goodreads.
I also wrote some melodramatic poetry, inspired partly by 9/11. No. I am still affected by what happened 10 years ago (gosh, I was only 26!).
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