I cannot stand getting behind schedule. It's not totally my fault since I've been sick and bed ridden the past week. Lying in bed with a fever doesn't always make for the best writing sessions. I ended up reading and watching a lot of TV. Which is looking like I might only finish two of the three stories due by March 1st.
It's better than nothing I suppose. Or maybe my foggy head will allow some burst of writing genius to come forth. That would be nice. For now, I'll keep plugging along and drinking my tea.
I really hate the winter.
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