I am suffering greatly from the first summer cold/flu of 2015. I've been taking care of the shivering, sweaty, feverish family all weekend, and for a time felt suddenly invincible. I mean, hey, I've been taking vitamins regularly for like a month now!
But today the illness struck. And now I can't lay down to sleep because when I do my head fills with goo and I begin to suffocate. So, what to do? After a couple of hours stalking other authors on Facebook, I decided to settle back in to reading Behemoth by Scott Westerfeld. It is the second book in his Leviathan series, and I am hoping that it will help to launch me into some more furious writing on Adaline 2.0. If not, I bought the Wool Omnibus by Hugh Howey today as well and his work always lights a fire under me.
Moral of my goo infested story? If you can't write - read! (Also, keep lots of Kleenex handy.)