Monday, September 27, 2010
I am seldom sick. Oh, sure, I have the occasional bout with allergies but even that isn't very bad.
I haven't had a antibiotic since 2007 and before that, 1995. How do I do it? Lucky, I guess but I also believe in mind over matter.
I simply refuse to be sick. I fight it with every bit of willfulness I possess and, believe me, that's no small amount. Ask The Guy. This does not mean that I think people who are sick want to be--far from it. It does not mean that the times I am, that I want to be. I just think that when I do get sick, it's because it sneaked up on me before I had a chance to will it away.
Well. There is a scene for our new WIP that I have been playing in my head for a week. (This will be news to Stephanie. She has been getting ready for her comps for her Master's Degree so I haven't discussed it with her--nor have I set anything down on paper.) In this scene, the hero has a cold. ("Rotten with a cold", as my grandmother would have said.) I've played the scene from his point of view, so I know how miserable he feels. I've played it from the heroine's point of view, so I know how sick he looks, how feverish he feels to the touch, and how he's pretending not to feel bad.
And now, I have a cold.
What do you make of this?