I had such good intentions yesterday. I did a radio interview, journaled, planned to work on my new book. Instead, I ran smack into a wall labeled ‘flu’ and ended up going back to bed for several hours. (Actually, my friend/agent, Irene Goodman, sent me there, since I was hacking and snorking during our phone conversation.)
This was not how I had envisioned spending my day. I have a deadline. I’m supposed to be writing. I WANT to write.
Today, I feel better. (No, really.)
I guess it’s okay to write in my pajamas.
If anybody wants to know, I’ll be in Blue River…wearing p.j.’s.