Butt In Chair

I don't like to write when I'm sick.

I guess I should force myself, but when I'm coming down with something - like today, as my temperature has crept up to the 100 mark until I took some Excedrin to kill the approaching fever. I took a nap, I drank some EmergenC, and now I'm sitting at An Imperfect Destiny wondering why my muses have deserted me.

I'll make myself do it in dribbles, I think. A hundred words, then take a break for some hot cocoa. A hundred words, then go mess around in Farmville. A hundred words, and go play on Discover Blogs. A hundred words, and read a chapter in someone else's book.

A hundred words at a time, twenty times, until I've hit my goal for the day.

Ugh.