I am determined that this bothersome cold will not get in the way of the creative "thing" I have going on. I might just have to dictate with my eyes closed.
Ideas just seem to pop in my head now. I need to get the thought down as quickly as I can or it's GONE. Maybe that is the price of wisdom of age. That's what I tell myself when I fall asleep two pages into whatever I am reading.
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