Well, this wasn’t a good week. I had expected to be close to the end by Friday. And then we had a medical emergency. I spent Tuesday in the hospital with my fiancee, who was stricken with pneumonia. I had to return the next day to be with her and pick her up. And then I caught the cold that because her pneumonia and spent two days trying to recover.
“Oh, you big baby,” you say. “Can’t write with a cold? Warren Zevon did an album while dying from cancer.”
OK, sparky, here’s the deal. First off, this wasn’t just a couple days of the sniffles. Half the time, I don’t even notice this. We actually suspected it was the flu when my lady went into the hospital. It took down her son, and he has an immune system that would survive a zombie apocalypse.
Anyway, the short version is this was a particularly nasty virus that dropped everyone in the house, even my stepson, who doesn’t even live here. So that messed with my writing.
Anyway, it was a shit week for writing. I was supposed to beta read a book for a friend of mine. I intended to revamp my covers (I did get two of them done on Sunday.)
Anyway, back on track this week. Laying some eggs to hatch later in the series. I also found a way for the Fleet Admiral not to be such a weenie. Because no one likes five-star weenies.