As I have yet to sell any of my poetry or longer writings, I have a day job.  And like most jobs, mine is a hotbed of disease.  All it takes is one disease carrier to come into the store and infect someone who works there.

From there, it’s on, as we play pass the germ around.  There’s some incredibly nasty bug going around now, and I’ve got it.  I’m getting better now, but for awhile there it was touch and go.  I feel like I’ve been drowning in mucus.

Now, since I’m feeling a bit better, I need to get out my pen and notebook and let the words flow again.  I’ve been starting to ramp up with some critiquing and light brainstorming, but I can feel the need to let the words, words, words out to play.

So, yeah.  Itchy eyes and all I’ve gotta get these words down.