No need for creative excuses

I’m sick. One of those lingering colds that lasts about a week–so I’m midway through. I can’t breath right, I cough a lot, and my head pounds. My final proofs for my April book are here and have to be read and to my editor on Monday.

I ache too much to even think about doing them.

I figure this has to be the end of a very long run of “bad luck.” I’m so far behind on where I’d wanted to be writing-wise that I’m simply taking time off, retrenching, and lying low. Maybe I’ll get some reading done.

No need for creative excuses for putting off writing–I simply need to heal both mentially and phyically. I need to crawl into bed and hang out–at least until I have to go to work again on Monday.

Then it’ll be back on the treadmill of getting things done: thank you notes, Thanksgiving, etc.

But for today, the treadmill has been turned off.