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I'm still coughing. I must be expending more than half my energy every day just fucking coughing. By late afternoon, early evening, I'm exhausted, day after day.

And it's still overcast here. Currently, it's 38˚F, with a windchill of 31˚F.

Yesterday, I wrote 1,101 words on "Tupelo." On Facebook, I posted: "The new Dancy story, "Tupelo," has reached 5,000 words, and it's hardly started. I fear it's developed novella ambitions." Which is true. It's impossible for me to imagine this story coming in under 10,000 words. However, if I use SFFWA (Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America) standards, 10,000 words will actually only make it a novelette, a word I find somewhat precious and annoying. Anyway, I'm going to need several more days before the story is done, regardless of what you call it.

I haven't left the house since the 13th.

Right now, this is the world outside the Red Room:

Resistance, Peace, and Compassion,
Aunt Beast


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Jan. 18th, 2017 09:20 pm (UTC)
Hope you feel better soon. My daughter has had the same sort of malady, coughing and coughing and having a terrible time getting rid of it. She's been coughing for almost a week now and is fed up and ticked off and exhausted; she is an electrical engineer and working more than one project concurrently right now and says she doesn't have time for this crap. It gets worse at night when she lies down. A few friends I know have also complained of the same thing, no fever and the drs told them antibiotics wouldn't help, so they just keep doing home remedies and hot drinks and lozenges, etc and still coughing. Eventually it seems to go away on its own, but whatever this stuff is is persistent, unfortunately.
Kiki Lang
Jan. 18th, 2017 10:08 pm (UTC)
Counting corn.
That coughing sounds worrisome. They should have taken a swab, and figured out whats has hold of you. Don't take this wrong, but think your Dancy work is my favorite. When I tried to read all of them in sequence, I had few dreams about her. She rode crappy looking moped, or scooter. She wore cheap sunglasses held together with tape. Blah, blah, to my stupid dreams.
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