Sometimes, your author takes flight on the wings of her words.
...
Other times, your author gets blindsided and pinned down for too long by a sickness that seems to include every symptom known to man: coughing, high fevers, exhaustion, stomach pain, discolored skin, loss of appetite, and digestive table-flipping (if you catch my meaning).
In other words, maybe my novel will not be finished by November. x) Currently, I am three pages in, and this sickness does not necessarily permit creativity...or even the ability to focus on a computer screen or notebook for any longer than an hour. :\
Either way, the writing shall continue. Eventually. Unless if I die.
Eurgh.
Write on!
Clove
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