This past week has been very grey, and filled with snow. December was so devoid of any winter precipitation that it felt more like November than a proper winter month. I more or less expect Christmas to come and go without any of the white, flaky stuff, but we usually get some snow before the New Year. Whatever accumulation we missed in December seems to have finally arrived this past week, by the truckload.
This past week has also been very sniffly. My wife, son, and I all three came down with a cold that does not want to move on. There are tiny, gravity-defying English gentlemen standing firmly on the bridge of my nose — the better to make my head pound. Their dogs are running up and down my nasal passage, making me sneeze. One of them fancies himself a funnyman, and has dumped goop inside my head.
I may or may not be taking medication that has altered my account of the situation somewhat. I’ll leave that for you to decide.
Invisible men in my nasal cavity or no, I did my time in front of the keyboard this morning*. I hope to have this story’s first draft wrapped up and ready for my first readers by the end of the month. It will be the first story I’ve completed since Achron‘s script, and it feels very good to get back into a familiar format.
(* I wrote this last night. The tiny English gentlemen have had their way with me; I didn’t finish my writing this morning. I slept in, and took more cold medication.)
