So I've got Scrivener open, and I'm writing words - good words, they are coming easily, my people are sounding true. It's tiring, because I've got the tail end of the flu, and damn near everything is tiring, but the writing is going well.
I take a tea break, come back to the story - and a fist of panic punches me in the throat; I feel sick and
(
Read more... )