scheherazade_79
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... you didn't write in your leisure time, how would you occupy those empty hours?
The thought occurred to me today from my sick bed. I've got tonsillitis, but not in any cissy-type way. I'm drooling constantly, sound like a North Walian when I talk and am in constant pain. The doctor took one look in my mouth yesterday morning and said, "Oh my God!" - which made me feel even better.
To top it off, the penicillin is making me feel really nauseous, and I managed to pebble-dash the kitchen walls when a spoonful of yogurt went down the wrong way over lunch today.
So, apart from the odd occasion where I have enough strength to crawl to the forest down my road for some illicit herbal relief, I'm pretty much bed-bound.
It's not such a bad thing, though, because finally, after months of hell at work, I have the time to write, and visiting different worlds that way has staved off the cabin fever.
It made me wonder what the hell I'd do if I didn't write, because at the end of the day there are only so many dvds you can watch, video games you can play and books you can read before you lose concentration.
I have no idea what I'd do if I didn't write. Part of me likes the idea of buying a telescope and learning astronomy, but you're limited by time and weather on that one.
So what would you do if your Muse suddenly packed his / her bags?
Scheherazade
The thought occurred to me today from my sick bed. I've got tonsillitis, but not in any cissy-type way. I'm drooling constantly, sound like a North Walian when I talk and am in constant pain. The doctor took one look in my mouth yesterday morning and said, "Oh my God!" - which made me feel even better.
To top it off, the penicillin is making me feel really nauseous, and I managed to pebble-dash the kitchen walls when a spoonful of yogurt went down the wrong way over lunch today.
So, apart from the odd occasion where I have enough strength to crawl to the forest down my road for some illicit herbal relief, I'm pretty much bed-bound.
It's not such a bad thing, though, because finally, after months of hell at work, I have the time to write, and visiting different worlds that way has staved off the cabin fever.
It made me wonder what the hell I'd do if I didn't write, because at the end of the day there are only so many dvds you can watch, video games you can play and books you can read before you lose concentration.
I have no idea what I'd do if I didn't write. Part of me likes the idea of buying a telescope and learning astronomy, but you're limited by time and weather on that one.
So what would you do if your Muse suddenly packed his / her bags?
Scheherazade
