I blame myself for procrastinating but that’s life. Mere hours after this post, I fell ill for several days.
I spent the last few days in the basement in the hope of not infecting my daughter and wife with the plague. I’m better now, but I feel like I’ve been run over by a large ugly truck.
On the other hand, writing while feverish is interesting to say the least, if not very productive. I still have to work on my short story, but I’ve got a treasure trove of new ideas when I’m done my current list of projects.
The upside is that I had a lot of time to read and I have to say that Patrick Rothfuss’ The Name of the Wind did not disappoint.
Which leads me to my very first book review!