Yesterday was nearly a bust for writing, as I’m still struggling with laryngitis and a head full of cement. Last night I was up most every hour to drink something for my throat, but today, I’m starting to feel like I just may pull through.
Writing requires a certain enthusiasm and healthy ability to think. Anything that tampers with that balance means wooden prose, bad phrasing and downright boring turns of phrase. Even on my best days it’s hard enough to capture a living voice in mere words but when sick, it’s impossible.
Today, however, I think I’ll be able to at least get a few good sentences down. A few interviews need to be completed if I can muster up enough of a voice to talk on the phone. Meanwhile, the world keeps turning ….
