Obstacles--The Stuff of Life - Issue #6
It Goes Wrong
I am painfully aware of this fact as I lay on the couch in my bathrobe, hacking up a lung and blowing my nose by turns. I am sick, yet again. You see, the plan was for us to get through moving out of the house, then have a couple weeks between houses to recoup and work on that song I was telling you about a couple issues back--A Better Resurrection.
But, you know, things go wrong.
At some point last week, undoubtedly due to all the mold spores I was breathing in, I started getting sick. And unlike the cold I contracted and sent packing fairly quickly last month, this thing is a doozy. I haven't exchanged my bathrobe for civilized clothing in three days.
And with all this wheezy coughing, I doubt my voice will be in singing order for another week or so. Maybe longer.
Ergo, I Have a Job
Because life is about obstacles such as the snorting, sniffling, coughing one described above and a good deal worse, I have something to write about. Novels are written about problems. If there were no obstacles and problems in a novel's plot, no one would read it. Because that would be boring. Imaginary characters don't grow and develop without obstacles and neither do I.
Obstacles are the stuff of life.
Ironically, embracing the idea or at least taking it as a matter of course does not a pessimist make. It just makes you flexible. It's just a plot twist.
This does not mean I never indulge in a good cry from time to time. I am female, after all. It just means that I can change plans quickly, and I am utterly delighted when things go well.
And no, I have not cried over this latest illness. As much as I'd like to, I can't. Because my head and sinuses already hurt too much.
Plot Twist
So, I'm going to take my plot twist in stride. Hopefully, I will get over this thing soon. While I wait I'll either vegetate or write some more. That depends on how much longer this brain fog lasts.
The good news is, obstacles are finite. They do end. And so shall my runny nose.
This week I have no inspiring photo for you. I'm in a bathrobe and my eyes are watering for goodness' sake. That's all for now. See you next week.
Oh, fine.
