Why the vitamin business is a racket

And it’s November. Bam.

I’m not doing NaNoWriMo, because I already have one writathon going, thank you, and it’s going pretty poorly (for me), even as it goes pretty well (for my students).

It’s not like I couldn’t make time to do 750 words a day. It’s just that writing new words isn’t the current chore I face.

Revision, baby. That’s where I’m living.

Actually, right now I’m on the couch in front of the space heater, wondering how I caught another bug. My throat hurts. All I had to do was THINK about attending AWP in February and I got another stinking sore throat. I had to pull out the throat lozenges from my last plague and LO! they were the ones I bought in Denver in April. What a mess I was at that conference. So glad I got to meet so many fascinating writers there, looking like hell and carrying around a two-pound bag of Halls Defense with Vitamin C.

[Not a commercial, but they are rather tasty for throat lozenges. Get the citrus.]

I should probably be using this free time to write something elsewhere. I was sprung from a work thing tonight by my co-worker. She’s pregnant and sicker than me, but she’s the one working tonight. Not sure why it worked out that way, but I should honor her suffering by doing something of value.

A blog post is of value, wouldn’t you say?

Fine. Off to write something.

By Published On: November 3, 2010Categories: Life, Teaching, Writing