Well, perhaps "little" sick is a bit of an understatement.
This morning, I woke up with glass in my throat, cotton stuffed in my ears, and a mean little man banging on the inside of my head as though he's a visitor knocking at the door and simply won't go away just because I won't answer. That seems to fit my situation perfectly.
This is the third or fourth time I've been sick this year; and I'm never, never, never sick! I get allergy coughs every once in a while, and an occasional headache (easily cured by lots of tea and sleep), but I don't really suffer from all this. It's ridiculous. I don't know who to blame--my father, for bringing it home to the house from work, my brother for contracting it first, or myself for being a stupid insomniac and not sleeping for the past three days because I wanted to finish The Grapes of Wrath (which is an amazing book, by the way). Either way, I'm not happy about it. It's barely four days into NaNo, I'm falling behind a little on my word count, and I'm doubting that I'll have the energy to make up the lost words tonight.
Not to mention the fact that my characters have gone and changed on me! Without telling me! Rapunzel has become infinitely more bitchy than I first presumed, and Prince Charming is not only dopey but also intuitive, and he's Rapunzel's number one fan. So soon in the novel! This alteration of characteristics have led the plot in another direction. I'm not sure what to do, now, so I guess I'll just have to sit back and watch the unlikely heroine draw out the story for herself. After all, it is her novel.
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