How was your weekend? Mine was interesting. And I wasn’t worried about comics or crosswords so much.
For the past couple days, I’d been coughing. Lots of you-know-what a-coming forth from that effort too. But Friday I was fine.
After that, I wake up, and…
My voice sounds like I’m speaking while sitting on a working washing machine. Pitch is all over the place. Now there’s something I thought I was done with. That’s actually a bit of a strange story, and the subject for another post.
Anyway, a couple cough drops later, and there’s a little improvement. I can talk, it just sounds a bit odd. I was given the suggestion to rest my voice, which was a good one. So I took it.
But that means I can only talk when necessary.
Which as it turned out, has started to drive me a little batty. I’m a WRITER. I should be well prepared from my training and all the typing I’ve done over the years. I also know a bit of sign-language, most of which is me supplementing my mood with hand-waving, however.
Being silent is weird, even though it ain’t like I talk a blue streak all the time. Actually having to NOT do something you know you should and can, is most of the shock, I think.
It’s a lot different. I just hope with rest, this inflammation or what-have-ya clears up, and everything is fine post-haste. Sometimes the best solution is to do nothing (kinda like not sending a hot draft directly to the magazine, before you edit it 🙂 Can’t say I haven’t done something similar.
That’s actually a good point to keep in mind, about manuscripts, emails, fiction of other kinds, and yourself.
Which is my point (drafting things on the laptop has me a bit disjointed, too–something I’m due to get over before too long).
Until next time,