I almost titled this “sick day” but since I’m still working the Evil Day Job, I thought that’d be misleading. If you’ve been reading my (mostly sparse) Twitters (because I forget to post), you know I’ve had a relapse of the cough. It went very barky Monday, and by Tuesday I’d lost my voice. I mean, it’s SHOT. It’s still gone today. My cough is almost squeaky because my throat is so sore, and I’m coughing so hard my back is sore too. That Man keeps after me to go to the doctor and I’m like why? It’s a cough and a sore throat. I have no fever. I know it’s not pneumonia. It might be bronchitis, but I don’t have the diminished lung capacity like the last time I had it. My chest doesn’t hurt or feel heavy or bubbly. It’s a cough. Even if I do start to run a fever, it’s most likely viral and they won’t be able to give me anything anyway.
So it’s lots of hot tea and orange juice and a steady stream of decongestant, Musinex, Vicks 44, and Sucrets.
I don’t feel that bad, except I don’t have much of an appetite. Even coffee hasn’t been that appealing (which is fine, because I’ve got less than half a bag of Caribou yet and I don’t know when my order will get here. Caribou has been very slow to ship lately.) I haven’t been sleeping good either, but last night wasn’t the cough. I was rather loopy — possibly thanks to the medicine — and dreamed endlessly about the short story I’m writing.
Oh, did I forget to mention that? A friend sent me a call for an anthology, and darned if I didn’t immediately get an idea for it. It’s not my usual fare, but closer to Letters than my other work. It’s dangerous and definitely out of my comfort zone, so I’m going for it. I only need 2-4K, which is harder than a whole novel, I think.
Anyway (yes, I’m still taking the medicine, can’t you tell?), I dreamed the ending for the short story. Over and over. It was like a “choose your next scene” book and after the first iteration, it didn’t even make sense anymore. I kept waking up and thinking Ooooh! Oh, never mind, that was stupid. Then I’d go back to sleep and dream another ending. Crazy.
So no dark & early this morning. No Revision Xibalba. I did get up a little bit before work and managed to start the final scene of the short thanks to those stupid dreams, and it’s close to being wrapped up. The title I’m thinking about is so bad I don’t feel comfortable sharing it here. Ha. Like I said, totally not my normal fare. I keep alternating between “Cool!” to “This is dumb” to “I can’t believe I wrote that!” *blush*
Needless to say, I have absolutely no expectation that this story will be accepted, and NO, I won’t be giving it away for free (here) if I don’t sell it. Although if you really want to embarrass me, you could drop me a line and see if you can convince me to see it.