As for writing, the last two weeks haven't produced many pages of revision, but I discovered that a fever can fuel the thought process quite effectively. While I filled up my wastebasket with tissues, I also filled up my bedside table with notes as new ideas for revisions kept popping and ways to handle several places that needed a new approach to more aptly express what my characters are feeling came through. I got all the notes typed in this morning and am feeling rejuvenated.
Although I still sound like I have my head in a bucket, I'm feeling much better and ready to get back into the game.
Anybody remember what the commercial for headaches is that sang this little ditty?
Pop Pop Fizz Fizz
May this week get thousands of words on the page for us all. Mahala