Lacking of afterglow

No I don’t mean that kind. Shoot I wish it was that kind I was referring to. LOL.

I didn’t get to experience the afterglow of getting my first book contract (read here for my gushing post) before reality struck. The reality of a nasty flu I like to call – pain in my rear. Yep Mr/Ms Flu (yep it keep changing genders on me) came in an took up residence in my head, chest and throat. I even lost my voice (damn it and I like to talk to LOL). My friends and co- workers are cruel and teased me mercilessly. As I went through my misery I realized that every time I coughed on the subway on the way to work (yeah I went to work I’m such a dutiful employee. Yeah right.) I had a chorus. Picture it I would start then the man two seats down would join in then the lady across the aisle would chime in. Heck we had a chorus going.

Shoot at work at my desk was no better. I would start then my neighbor over the wall would add her two cents of coughing, and next the other co-worker across the room would join in. It was a symphony of sound. Coughing in surround sound if you will.

Oh the music of it.

You probably think I’ve lost it. And you know what you’re maybe right. This is what being holed up in bed without any internet access will do to you folks. Make you start making up weird forms of music to entertain yourself. Thank goodness I’m feeling better. Still coughing but I’m slowly bowing out of the symphony. LOL.

And just in time to. I’ve gotten some forms from my new publisher (god I love saying that) on my newly contracted book (saying it five times fast it gets better with each one LOL) Immortal Blossom: Awakening. I got a giddy feeling reading about art for my cover and other author stuff. LOL.

Oh my it really happened and wasn’t my own vivid imagination. I think I need to go and lay down.

Taige