that follow my twitter feed or are Facebook friends for me, I doubt this comes
as a newsflash. In the last three
months, I have managed to come down with a sinus infection, bronchitis,
pneumonia and pleurisy. (Who gets
pleurisy???) I’m now on my third course
of antibiotics (this one is also used for anthrax) and my third inhaler. (Go
three-month odyssey is that I suck at being sick. Not because I whine or cry or pout. (Well, okay, the pouting thing might have
happened when the steroids wore off this last time and my breathing stopped
working so well. Sue me!) My problem is that I’m stubborn. I don’t want to be sick so I try to pretend
that I’m not. I mean, there are still
pages to be written, pages to be edited, books to be promoted, dinners to cook,
an entire house to be moved, a five-year-old to run after and…
think about it, writing a book involves a lot of sitting. That’s rest—right? I mean, how much better would it be if I were
to just sit in a chair and do nothing as opposed to typing away on my keyboard?
When they’re home sick, they love the excuse
to get away from their typical daily grind.
I LOVE my job. Never in my
wildest imaginations did I think that someone would ever pay me to make up
stuff or that readers would want to spend time with the characters I’ve
created. So when someone suggest that I
stop writing in order to rest….I can’t!
I just can’t.
if you have any suggestions as to how to best do that (without giving up the
fun stuff like writing), I’m listening.
And I’m pretty sure my mother is, too!