November 16th, 2012

NaNoWriMo2012

Language is a Virus

Note to self: Benadryl is helpful in clearing up congestion, but it also makes you feel like you're being massaged to death with a warm blanket. It feels good, but it just feels so... wrong.

While I convalesce, I'm hoping to get some writing done. Of course, my little Kung Fu Panda is NOT sick and has cabin fever from staying in the last couple of days. This is a bad mix, since he has very different ideas about how I should be spending my day. So far I've been able to keep him content by taking periodic breaks to read to him, but this normally results in me having a coughing fit. This leads to the following conversation.

"You coughing?" he asks.

"Yes," I tell him. "Mommy's sick."

"Me, too," he tells me.

I'm not quite sure what he thinks being sick means, but I'm guessing we have a different definition.


6089 / 50000 words. 12% done!