• C.A. Lightfoot

A message from the sickbed...

If only I could take to my bed until I felt better.

My asthma turned into a bronchial infection which is still holding on a week later. My ears are filled with fluid, my cough sounds like a 85-year-old, and all I want to do is sleep. Its been cutting into my writing time big time.

On the other hand, I've been napping! I missed Wordfield this weekend which totally sucks, but I wasn't even in the realm of well enough to go. I did manage to clean my house, which was a desperate need, but I kept needing to nap in between actions.

What kills me about this is that it's now made almost 2 weeks of minimal writing. I've been doing SO WELL keeping up with my writing goals and now I've been derailed. I know the key is to get back to it and I'm trying to. That's one reason this blog post will be so short.

I do have my Captain Marvel notes, and I swear my review will go up soon. For now, I'm going to try getting some editing done on my first novel after I email my beta reader.

Have a great day, everyone!

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