I Want My Brain Back

I have a cold, a rather minor annoyance, except when the fatigue and headache overwhelm. But to write, with no brain? That’s a killer. Writing for kids takes a bright, sparkly brain, and mine is dull and grey.

I work in spurts, planning for my writing class next week, editing – and then snoozing and watching netflix, huddled in blankets. I did find a new story in a funny typo. Later, when I have some spark again, I’ll work on it. So far it’s a great title in search of a story. Writing this took two days – one to type up some sad scrappy notes, and a second session to polish it into something vaguely presentable.

And that is a writer’s life, when afflicted.

Maureen