I can excuse it with the flu, right? I think it's fluish. Oddly, it started with muscle-aches. Three days of muscle-aches before the sore throat, swollen tonsils, or headache. Usually my winter illnesses go the other way.
I have two good chapters of my new story, and intend more when I can find the correct types of medicine to allow me think again.
I have four new monster-purses -- from when it was only muscle aches -- and one of them is the new house favorite.
Also trying to figure out how to make an elephant version without the trunk being too intrusive. The Cthulhu versions open and close easily enough, so perhaps I should just sew it out rather than over-thinking it, but occasionally I think that over-thinking things is sort of my hallmark. Or, more accurately I suppose, switching back and forth between over-thinking and rushing headlong into a situation without thinking at all. Sometimes I do that too.
Oh, I also finished Little Girl's sweater. --When I went to get yarn for knitting the witch-hat she asked if she could choose a yarn. I let her and she asked for sweater so I chose a free Lion Brand pattern that I then altered quite a bit. I sometimes worry that I have difficulty following instructions. (I made the sleeves longer and added a crochet trim to the bottom.)this one for little boy. Not a sweater, just a hat. I want to make him Sackboy because Bill brought that game over and he loves it, but he chose black during the same shopping trip and I need to make him something out of it -- and I thought he'd like the button.
But finally I have a story I'm excited about. The one I'm writing, that is. I want to know what happens next, but with my head pounding like this, I'd rather read it than write it. I've gone through five books today that couldn't hold my attention, but Princess Froglips -- Isn't her booth wonderful? She's gone fully into a hobby where I can't follow, I'll do knit and a little crochet, but I can't add spinning and dyeing. Anyway, she gave me some new-to-me Georgette Heyer and a new Jennifer Crusie (perhaps only new-to-me?) -- I think it's called Wild Ride.
Usually, I love those two.
I wonder if Georgette Heyer's paragraph-long sentences and page-long paragraphs will work with headache. Somehow she makes them work, but it takes a tiny bit of brain twisting when you start reading to fit into her groove. Crusie would probably be easier, but that one is hardcover and hardcovers are harder to curl up with. Oh, the conundrums of headache.
Does anyone have a favorite sick book to recommend? Husband is very good to me. I could probably convince him to make a bookstore run.
Between flu and holiday, I probably won't be writing here again until next week, however, I will come back for comments and commenting. Hoping you will all have the best of holidays and those of you working on NaNoWriMo not only win, but really like your stories when you're done!