Apparently, I was so naughty this year that Santa Claus did not even get me coal. With coal, you can light a campfire, maybe roast a marshmallow. But no, I got the flu over Christmas and New Year’s. I’m fine now, with just a lingering cough. And I managed not to give it to anyone else. Success!

Listen, try to keep good posture while you cough. I have strained my rib muscles enough that even breathing hurts a little, and coughing is worse.

While I was laid up, my endeavor to write a little bit every day included several attempts at poetry. About half of them are in the form of ‘roses are red’ (though all with different plants) so I could be done and get back to sleep. However, a few of my clumsy, untrained, inexperienced results seem almost decent. This encourages me.

Since my previous post, I reviewed some of my older files, and found several short stories and more fan fiction short story ideas. Now I am torn; would going through my old files get me something to publish sooner than finished the dedicated longer story?

I shall dedicate a couple of days to assess my stockpile. If nothing suitable turns up, back to my current project I go. If it does, well, time for a big step, then!