In my defence, every winter we seem to go through this never-ending cycle of sickness. I blame the fact that all three kids are six years old and seem to have no concept of germs or contagion. I mean, last night, one of my sons licked my face and told me I was delicious. Maybe, if I hadn't finished binging all three seasons of Hannibal, I would have found the comment endearing instead of skin-crawlingly horrifying (although the action itself would have still been disgusting). Now I expect to come down with the plague or something.
I can not afford to get sick right now. So many things are going on right now. The Song of Hadariah is being released in a mere couple of weeks, and as I have my ARC now, I am working hard on getting it into as many hands as possible. Any volunteers? I also have The Hedgewitch's Charm, Bath Salts, and a few others in various stages of edits. I am up to my eyeballs in writing The Island of the Mystics, and (what I am super fantastically excited about) my brother Brian is all gung ho about a little project we conceived together about five years ago. That's right poppets, I am revamping and reediting Sibling Revelry. (Now called - in my head at least- Sibling Revelry: This Time it's Animated!!!!) Just goes to show that all things that are worthwhile take time and effort.
But, I sit here wracked with dread. The kids are all finally feeling better. As a parent of young children, I know that my exhaustion and my close proximity to their snotty noses, lack of covering their mouths when they cough, late night vomitous explosions, and their desire for sickly snuggling up to me have created a perfect storm. My downfall is imminent. I've already come down with the flu, strep throat, and a double ear infection so far. I am terrified as to what's next. And last night, I feel my son dealt me the fatal blow. I can feel it, like a tickle at the back of my throat. Stupid winter flu season. Grrr....
But, I need to focus on the work. I want to ship the kids off to their grandparents and crawl into bed. But as Sweeney says:
But, I need to focus on the work. I want to ship the kids off to their grandparents and crawl into bed. But as Sweeney says:
And the work can be impatient. And I love it. I will focus on all that I need to accomplish, and I will channel this into (probably) tormenting my characters on their lovely island (spoiler, there is an island. There may be mystics on it), and I will transform my pilot into the best damn pilot for children's television ever!
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