The kids came down with it first (school, ballet, store, somewhere...) but, they recovered in just two days. Just in time for me to come down with it. Every mom knows that sick children means getting up several times a night to towel the floor, procure water, administer medicine or simply purvey a little comfort. Not a thing wrong with it. Such sleeplessness merely adds to one's tendency to catch said offending bug and tumble down the slippery slope of Influenza.
Lying on the couch, I bitterly wondered why the virus in question had been given such a catchy, palatable name. Fairly rolls off the tongue, doesn't it? If one could but forget its meaning, it plausibly could have been the name of some Spanish conquistador. (And somewhere, somehow, long-gone Incas killed off by disease are clearing their throats, giving me meaningful looks, saying 'ORLY?')
I did manage to get four pages done in a week, which is precious little in comparison to usual amounts, but it is better than nothing. Hopefully, the experience added a bit of morose flavor to the dramatic sequence I was working on; perhaps a mass-infection of an unknown virus should inflict itself upon my book folk...
No. Had enough of that for awhile.
Meredith Greene
Belator Books
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