I know what you're thinking and no, I don't have swine flu. I am not stuck at home drinking juice and resting, but some part of me wishes I was.
Okay, I don't really wish I was sick. But if I was quarantined and my butt was firmly planted on the sofa, a whole hell of a lot more would be getting done on this novel. Instead, I am tied to my desk in the office writing about swine flu, school flu closures and vaccine clinics. My cup runneth over.
*sigh* Back to the daily grind....
Words: 3,100-some (I don't know because I'm not allowed to open my file until I write something for work.)
Music: Holly Brook - "Like Blood Like Honey"