It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.
Charles Dickens' opening line from A Tale of Two Cities was certainly true in my case this past week.
With that short story commitment off to its publisher, I concentrated solely upon ALPHA, BOOK 2: WAYWARD SON.
Tweaked a few passages here, added some new words there.
With six complete chapters, over one-third of the finished manuscript, I was doing great until this dang cold struck Wednesday afternoon.
Now trust me folks, catching a cold was far below even the very last thing I wrote on my things to do list.
My nose is all stuffed up. My throat feels like sandpaper. My voice is hoarse and it feels like a herd of elephants is tap dancing on top of my head.
The more formal name for the common cold is the "Rhinovirus", according to Wikipedia. But seriously, does this look anything like a Rhino to you?
|Rhinovirus cell, close up|
It looks more like Tundro from Hanna-Barbera's The Herculoids to me!
|Tundro, side view|
Since then, about the only thing I've accomplished was honoring my Free Choice E-zine commitments over this weekend and posting my weekly progress report now.
Hopefully I will be back at the keyboard full time, if not at full capacity, within the next 24-48 hours.
But for now, all I can do is hope I don't run out of tissues and chicken soup, and see if I can at least teach those tap dancing elephants some choreography!
See you around the Internet!
Lee Houston, Junior
2 March, 2014
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