Hmph

Mar 30, 2010 12:42

Fuck, I don't even want to move today.
But my hands move, and they fly across the keyboard. I am writing about cosmic dragons and cosmic unicorns and the psychics who have to live with them.
I've decided that yes, dammit, if you are psychotic and reality-bending enough, you can drag people physically into the astral plane for a little while, with enough shielding. Don't deny me this, I'm the author and my antagonist bends realities. So there. Also, dragons have eagle-like eyes (birds and reptiles share common ancestors, damn it), unicorns are any color they want to be, telekinesis can help heal fractures, and my main protagonist is about to have a very very bad day with no way out.
Maybe I just need to vent through characters.
Also, I am having a bad day. I feel like shit. Everything aches and burns. My sinuses throb. I took my vitamin D, my vitamin C, my magnesium, my MSM, my neem, my oregano and hemp oils. I stretched, I exercised, I meditated, I thought positive thoughts until my brain was leaking rainbows. I feel like shit. But that's okay. There are no miracles.
I'll feel better soon.

cerebral palsy, writing, allergies, writerbrain, novel, fibromyalgia

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