Blog posting...not gonna happen.
Query Letters going out...not gonna happen.
Giving MS one last look over...not gonna happen.
CPing for my writer friends...not gonna happen.
Me, getting to do nothing...not gonna happen.
Why you ask? Why, Dana, this doom and gloom? The Pig did it.
Because last week (the whole flipping week!) I'm home from NY a day and my 6yo gets Influenza A. And yes, that is the human virus strand of swine flu. Now I've got that little guy back at school and guess what, kid number two, my 11yo has it. Confirmed cases by doc. It's a quarantine zone/hospital ward here. I'm shoveling in meds and fluids and sanitizing every surface in the house.
I REFUSE TO GET THIS!
Do you hear me people.
I WILL NOT GET SICK!
You can't fit writerly things in blocks of time. Laundry, yes. Dishes, yes. Writerly crap, NO! You need quiet. Time to think. To focus. You can't have your 11yo diva needing more gatorade, his tray removed, more kleenex, more meds, more crackers, more ass wiping, more more more! (Not really that last one. He's eleven for god sakes, he's been wiping it on his own for a while.)
So much for consist blogging and propelling my career off with that NY momentum. Gah. Okay. I'm done. I've got it out of my system. THat's all people. I'll be around when I can. Maybe I'll drink some coffee and stay up late. Yeah. I think I might try to burn the midnight oil. Wish me luck peeps.