My husband doesn’t like it when I dress like Khal Drogo.

Spring is dangerous.

All of the beautiful flowers fill you with inspiration.

Now that winter is over, you start to believe you can do anything.

You agree to ridiculous things, like writing four books in six months.

You start drinking coffee.

The caffeine zooms your typing speed into the stratosphere.

You write two books.

You start to believe you can meet your deadlines.

And then…

Allergies.

I weep.

I sneeze.

I gnash my teeth.

I curse Mother Nature.

I curse pollen. I curse in front of my kids.

I curse in front of the Principal and the Pastor and my Mom.

I watch Game of Thrones and dress like Khal Drogo and speak Drothraki.

My husband thinks I’m weird. My marriage suffers. Tension reigns. I sneeze.

The end.