One Flu Over the Cuckoo's Chest

Okay. Instead of a blissful orgy of catch-up writing, I got the flu. I am not a happy camper. Do you know how hard it is to even see a computer screen through eye snot? And I have no argument with the proposition that breathing is a necessity when it comes to staying conscious enough for writing.

Then again, the universe did give me two great affirmations at work on Sunday, so do I have any other choice but to keep on keeping on? Gathered together all the judges' comments from the three pre-Golden Heart contests I entered and tried to get a feel for what they had in common. Re-wrote my synopsis (yes, AGAIN) and feel pretty good about it. There were a few plot points that needed tweaking and/or eliminating and now the story arc is much improved -- which theoretically should lead to smoother, faster writing.

Let's go find out...