I realized something today. If writers are supposed to have a voice, a shtick, a something unique so as to be recognizable -- then mine seems to be NOT GETTING WELL. And this is making me grumpy. So now I'm grumpy and sick. THIS IS NOT GOOD.
If I am to be remembered, I do not want it to be as a sicko. A sickie? (A psycho?). I want to be remembered as funny. Unfortunately, I'm not funny so that's not going to work. I need something else, but I don't know how to be other than I am.
So that's it.
I need to get better.
No matter how many versions of the cold or flu the children bring me, I must resist. I must get well. I must find a way to reattach my brain and start writing again. Alright, we have the plan.
Here I go.
See you tomorrow.