Distorted Thoughts

I'm not a big fan of being sick and I'm less of a fan of having surgery--even mild surgery. In short, I don't like having my routine screwed with and this bizarre cloud of medication that I'm wading through is slowing down my steps as I break for the door. I need fresh air. I need to write. I tried to last night--how laughable is that? And I tried to again this morning. Slowly I'm coming to the realization that I need to let myself heal first.

Stupid pain meds. *glare*

During moments of clarity, I've been considering Vlad's greater purpose and I've got something huge and dark and horrible and wonderful brewing. It'll only be touched on in Eighth Grade Bites, but come Ninth Grade Bites, you're going to find that the troubles Vlad had in 8th grade are nothing compared to his high school woes. *insert evil, maniacal laughter here* Last night, like a rush of water over my head, I saw the final book in Vlad's series. (Twelfth Grade Bites, of course) It was clear and crisp and I fell immediately in love with it. I hope you will too--if I can get the first book written, represented, published, etc.

But one step at a time. First heal, then write.