The good news is that I think I’ve gotten past the worst cold I’ve had in years. It knocked me flat, bruised my ribs, and has made the living room recliner by bosom sleep buddy. Why is this the good news, you ask? Because I only get hit this hard every two-to-three years.
Which means I’m done.
You hear me, germs? I’m over it. Begone with you. Do not darken my doorstep again in 2012. Or 2013, thank you very much.
The other good news? I have some amazing new ideas for stories. 2012 is going to be a great writing year!