Even sick in bed all day, with nothing but hot tea as my companion (and the only thing that didn’t cause my body to rebel), I wrote. I couldn’t find a comfortable position and I did doze off from time to time, but I wrote.
Writing is not just my job, it is my passion, my bliss. It is never, ever to late to follow your bliss and fulfill your dreams, no matter what it takes.
My green tea awaits, as does finishing my chapter.
Happy 2/366 of 2016!