Pardon me while I moan

[firedew1]

I'm sick - not 'begging for death' kind of sick, but that annoying 'my nose is a faucet and my throat feels like sandpaper, but I can still make you a sandwich' kind of sick. Hubby is AWOL (stupid work). My house is yet again overrun with children, who have no volume control, whine tuner, or grasp of the word please today. I'm looking at a weekend

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[alicesandra1]

Oh hon, go to your happy place...think happy thoughts. And your writing is NEVER garbage...it might just be....misplaced for another chapter; written for perhaps another chapter. Step back, and breathe. If you can that is, with a sandpaper throat and work coming out of your ears! Just click your heels, close your eyes, and repeat, "there's no place like SGA, there's no place like SGA".... big hugs xxx

[firedew1]

LOL That is very comforting, except I'm in a whole other universe. I would say "there's no place like Westeros" except I'd probably start screaming "Holy ****, somebody get me outta here!" ROFL

My chapter, though ... *sigh* I think there are chunks that are good. But they're all in the wrong order and the scenario's all wrong. Fortunately, I think I know what it needs to be now as opposed to before where I was just writing out of my ... whatever.

My, I'm pleasant tonight. lol

[nacinom]

Here is a virtual hug. I seriously doubt that anything you write is garbage.

[firedew1]

Thanks. I'll take that hug. Got any Nyquil to go along with it? ;-)

[amycat8733]

Sorry, Nyquil does not come in an electronic form. But, I'm sending a virtual hug as well :)

[firedew1]

Thanks, hon!

[kickstand75]

Well, it's good to know the chapter sorted itself out and hopefully you're feeling better and you hunted down the precocious boy child and shot him back with the Nerf!

[firedew1]

Well, one out of three ain't bad. ;-)

[kickstand75]

:(