I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! I woke this morning unable to get my head off my pillow. Russell ‘bless him’ left me sleeping this morning after I went and got him a coffee and crawled back into bed at 5.00. He told me I should stay in bed.
“NO, I have work to do, two short story and a novel to write.”
“Stay there, I love you lots.”
At eight, I woke with a bl**dy cold, where the hell did that come from! I’m now sipping a lemon sip extra strong with honey hoping to shift it.
Doesn’t the world know I don’t have ‘time’ for colds. I need a clear mind to find the right words to write a master piece.
A artist must suffer for their work…. Who the hell said that?
Hope you have a great day.
Sorry for the out burst… I hate being ill! Too much to do, too little time to do it