Day Seventeen, and I have a cold gestating in my mucus holes. It hit in full gooey fury this afternoon, and it is still amassing forces for another push to come tomorrow. I wrote some.
The Blood of the Gods- 1523 words
Pre-cold, I had a long lunch with an old friend and did a bunch of non-creative work, so not much creative work got done today. Not even 5 mins for a new photo. But I did kick ass at drinking orange juice and sleeping.