Guess that sums it up. I thought up a fairly good idea today, putting together (finally!) for the first time, sort of a mental outline of how I’m going to at least start off the book and some kind of framework. I like my idea a whole bunch.
I signed up for a class. A one-day workshop that will take place in a couple of weeks. It’s only a few hours long and I think I’ll do fine.
Please, please, please, don’t let my body be sick that day! It’s hit or miss….I was supposed to go to a writing group yesterday and I was so sick I couldn’t go. Felt like a total idiot because I had to cancel. I had an unbearable headache and felt like I was on the verge of puking for hours on end. For no reason. No, no “stomach flu” and I hadn’t eaten anything shouldn’t have eaten. Probably just the kidney disease acting up. That’s my life now. I hope I’m not sick the day of the class, cuz it means money down the drain.
I don’t want to cancel AGAIN. I’m tired of being a no-show.