The worst.The worst.
First of all, what the hell were you thinking, Meg? A prompt about symbolism? You knew you were never going to write something for that because symbolism scares the crap out of you. And on top of that, you were prepping to go out of town to a conference, and so there was no time to do anything at all. And then...
And then I get back from AWP (THE BEST), and I feel this thing in my throat, like I'd pounded down a whole container of Pringles in one go and all of the salty goodness is just lumped up there, hanging out for funsies. And I choose to ignore it, because it doesn't really hurt. It just feels weird and makes my ears itch like hell. But by day two, it's starting to feel a little more scratchy, a little more raw.
And by day three, I'm basically dead.
I have no ruddy clue what that sickness was, but it was the worst thing I've ever experienced. It was basically a cold plus a sinus infection plus hell. I didn't get out of bed for a few days (it might have been three, but I think it was four) and I still have no voice, though I feel a ton better. Though now I am so freaking far behind on school work thanks to the conference and the death!sickness fun. So I'm drowning. And the only thing to do when you're drowning in school work? Futz around on the internet of course.
Which is when I discovered the DD! Thank you so much to neurotype
for the feature. It means so much, especially on that piece, which I hope to take even further soonish. I think it could really be something special, and that DD makes me feel all warm and fuzzy about it. And thank you to everyone who faved and commented on it. That means so much to a sickiface Meg.
More prompts for
will come soon! And don't worry. We'll make up for lost time during Flash Fiction Month and/or the poem month one that I absolutely can't remember the name of at the moment. I blame the insane amount of snot still shoved in my sinus passages.