It could be all the antibiotics I’ve been taking this week talking, but I want to revisit some of my old plague fiction.
If I were a bit more subject to assigning purpose to an event’s timing, I’d say my bronchial misadventures this week were Nature’s way of asking me to look outside my normal wheelhouse. All the coughing, the two-hour-a-night sleeping sessions with nothing to show from those overnight experiences except for a large plastic grocery bag fulled with mucus-encrusted tissues, the multiple visits to the doctors before I was prescribed something where drink plenty of fluids should not mean rum-and-cokes (or in my case rum-and-diet colas, or “R&Ds”) once I started on those, all the time in the world before me but unable to do any writing because of the hacking wheezes every few minutes…
Stuff like that can color your perspective.
Once upon a time, I wrote a few pieces to share in a writer’s group I was in; the first comment I got was, “Congrats on re-writing The Stand.” Not sure if he was kidding, thought it was a compliment, or why he chose that comparison over Camus’ The Plague, but any event, the comment stuck. And I suppose other than pirates, sickness has been been a go-to point I’ve had for a lot of my stuff.
In fact, I did between fits of blowing my nose think about something that manages to combine the two, along with a few other elements. It’s not high on the list right now, it’s very preliminary, but it’s something that may get a little more attention when I hit a few walls and want a break on some stuff.
Right now, it’s good to be able to say that I tried to write something and got this produced. For the first time in a week, I got to run my fingers over the keys, without having to then interrupt myself to get a Kleenex to wipe up the snot that I just spewed all over the screen. Keep this up, I may be able to call myself productive in ways that don’t involve bodily fluids…
Now, where’s those pills marked with letters that scream DO NOT TAKE WITH ALCOHOL…?