Of Tea, Colds, and Word Counts.

I'm allergic to writing contests.

I'm sure of it now.

I was pretty sure last contest I did, now I'm positive. Every time I force myself to write I come down with something. Anything, a cold, a sprained arm, swine flue, malaria...  (Just kidding about that one.:)

Anyhow, this is the seventh writing contest I've done, and I had planned on doubling up on vitamins just in case something should try to attack my system. I was a day too late. Night 1 of Nano, I came down with a terrible cold. It's still hanging around.

Feel sorry for me please?

Anyhow, Nano update. I'm loving it, my word count isn't incredibly high, too much of a cold for that. But I am getting somewhere in my story. It's about time, I needed to get this story out of my system.

My room mate is still trying to understand the reason behind Nano. Poor cat.

Back to my cold, the cat has one too. We're sneezing together and pitying each other. She takes her medicine when I take mine. It's nice to have a companion in this.

So there's my life for this week. Between sneezing, writing, and drinking pots full of hot tea it's been a pretty good week.

How about yours?



Fine Print: Tea pot image not mine. Though I certainly would not mind having that little yellow pot on the second shelf down far right. :)