28
Jul
I’m sick. Miserably sick.
Could the timing be any worse?
In around 24 hours I’m supposed to be picking up my registration materials at the Writers Workshop and happily beginning 2+ days of educational opportunities and networking with other writers. And sometime in the next couple of days, I’ll be making my first ever face-to-face pitch to an agent.
And I sound like I’ve been gargling broken glass and have a nose so red it would put Rudolph out of business.
But I’m not going to take this assault upon my immune system lying down! Oh, no. I’m currently pumping my system full of fluids, vitamins, and decongestants and praying I’ll make a rapid recovery by tomorrow evening. I’m even considering some of those crazy home remedies my aunts swear by — I seem to recall something about vapor rub and bacon fat… (Hey, at this point, I’d try just about anything if it would make me feel better.)
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a vat of green tea to consume…
