Fevered Rantings

I have the flu. And not just the flu, the sweat-through the sheets, chills like sitting outside in the snow, fever, cough, achy kind. All I’ve really be up to is trying to sleep. But as I’m lying there in bed trying to nod off, I’m getting flooded with ideas for Book 5.

Of course, if I don’t write them down immediately, I forget all but the memory of having the idea. But if I make the effort to jot the thoughts down in Scrivener, sleep continues to elude me.

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