I have been doing the layout for Muse’s Masterpiece, dealing with the anthologies for Fae Corps Publishing, and I am sick. And I look around at the new poetry volume…there is only 3 poems in it so far.

My housework has fallen behind…

And everything aches…

And the squirrel brain says that I am a failure because I am not writing.

Sometimes we have to learn to tell our brains to shut up.

I am doing all that I am capable of right now.

And if anything I need to slow down, rest more because my body is still not feeling well.

So, hush you squishy ball of overworked fat. I am doing as much as I can do.