Monthly Archives: March 2015

Dead Iron

I tried.  Believe me, I tried to like this book.  I was already almost half way through it, and then…


It didn’t hold my interest anymore.  I tried to pick it up after I finally got a light for my bed, but I didn’t care.  I didn’t want to know about the witch and her husband, the Strange and what it wanted.  I eventually didn’t care about the lone-wolf (literally) hunter, either.

That’s too bad.


It seems my muses don’t like me sick.

I have been feeling out of sorts for the past month, sleeping a lot, even falling asleep at work.  My writing has suffered.  I can’t focus.

Today has been the worst so far.  Dizzy, joint pain, earache, waking up at 3 a.m…called into work this morning which is the first time in years.  Hopefully I will get some amoxicillin and then go on with my life.

But why so tired?  Why so out of breath when I do the simplest things?  Why so dizzy?  Do I have to pass out in order for anyone to do anything?

Sorry.  Will write about writing next time, I promise.