Welcome to my Sick Day. Akin to the Lazy Sunday. A distant cousin of the Snow Day. And every writer’s gift of time.
How often do we try to schedule writing into our hectic lives? And how often do our lives encroach on that special time? That’s why I love the sick day. A time of enforced solitude. A time that we can’t say, “I’ll just pop out to the store / post office / Starbucks / mall before I start writing. It will only take a minute”. There’s just one small drawback. You’re sick 🙁 [Read more…]