I was so excited about going bionic and was doing great. Seems I learned the hard way that hospitals are harbingers of great healing and lots of buggy little bugs. And one decided to follow me home. The. Flu. Bug.
Like a ten inch incision down my hip and new bionics isn’t enough, for crying out After two days of pure hell, I’m feeling more like my black-hearted, soulless self, and I anticipate to be back online very soon parting the seas of writerly mayhem. At the very least, I’ll be giving a two week seminar starting June 13 with the Orange County Romance Writers of America. You can’t beat the price or the fun.
Hope to see you soon!
The beagle, in typical fashion, has offered to buy engine grease for my new hip joint. Funny, beagle. Very funny.