What can I say? Life just will not follow my plans! Work is better. The commute really sucks and I'm working another schedule though this one is for six months. Just when I think I'm falling into a routine, I become ill. I'm an allergy sufferer, and in the past five days my allergies kicked me in the head big time. Add to that, a nasty stomach virus and oh yeah, my doctor called: I'm anemic. The upside to all of this? Well, feeling like crap killed my appetite so I've lost seven pounds. Hey, I'm taking the good wherever I can find it.
I've been feeling sorry for myself and making excuses why I can't find my writing groove. But, I swear I miss the daily interaction. Today is my Sunday and the meds have kicked in, and I'm looking forward to my first decent meal that I really want to eat so I decided to show up here. Read a cool note from January so, I'm going to try this again.
I'll be running around reading your work and thoughts and commenting and trying to get my act together. I want to bring back Piaster in April and just maybe the NaPoWriMo Poetry challenge will be the jump start to some new, decent drafts.