After a three month hiatus, I’ve returned to the blogosphere. I wish I could say I’ve been busy doing something really interesting like backpacking the Himalayas or even working on my novel, but the truth is, I was coughing. I started coughing the beginning of October and didn’t stop until the end of the year.
It wasn’t a cold or flu or allergies. That would have been boring. Instead, after 59 years of cooperation, my esophagus decided it wanted to dance to its own music (the Twist, otherwise known as diffuse esophageal spasm) and little tasks like swallowing or talking without coughing my brains out, became almost impossible. And believe me, I need to keep all the brain cells I can. Fortunately, I’m doing a lot better now.
Three months of inactivity can make it a challenge to get back into writing mode—I think my muse is still afraid she’ll catch something—but I’m getting there. Next week I’ll be reviewing The Housewife Assassin’s Handbook by Josie Brown. I didn’t read a lot while I was laid out on the couch sucking on cough drops, but her novel was entertaining enough to make me forget how miserable I was. I hope you’ll stop by to check it out.
In the meantime… HAVE A GREAT WEEK!!!