Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Happy New Year

Happy New Year to all my readers, those who love me, those who hate me, those who are indifferent, those I wish would read me. All three million of them!!
I'm sick which is not the way to start the new year. Some sort of flu and I can hardly stir from bed. I have moments of no fever and lucidity and then the chills rush in, bed beckons and I sleep again. I can't speak - which my husband says is a blessing. Nor can I write - which is frustrating. But no point trying, I can barely remember the plot of my current story. 40,000 words in and I'd guess 30,000 more to finish it, but that's a big guess. Though I've reached the point that I'm already dreaming of new stories. Two twirling in my head though fuelled by my flu soaked brain, they will likely come to nothing.
But I know a lot are worse off than me, so I'm not moaning. Much! Just a little whimper......

And just because I like to add a picture. This is the view from my house. Wet, wet, wet. There shouldn't be a pond there. It's just a field.

4 comments:

Joe Murphy said...

I've been down with the flu for two weeks now. I completely sympathize with the annoyance of being unable to write.

Hope you are feeling better soon.

Fred said...

Sorry you're sick. Maybe it'll lead to the great dystopiam pandemic novel you've always wanted to write.

Bebe Balocca said...

Hi Barbara! I'm so glad to have found your blog ~ you have a really impressive body of work! I hope you're on the mend, and I'm glad you're able to rest. Dreary days are sort of nice that way in that they don't beckon you outside.. Feel better soon. :)

Barbara Elsborg said...

Thank you, guys!
If only,Fred! Pandemic indeed!
Bebe, it's true,I'm not even tempted to go out!
Joe, two weeks!! Good grief. I have a way to go yet then. You get well soon too!