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Today a wicked illness snuck up on me and beat the crap out of me. It’s not impossible to write during a shivering fever, but it’s a lot harder than usual. So I didn’t write tonight. I gave myself the evening off to drink green tea, water and strum one of my guitars. The last few months have centered around novel-revisions and, of course, Frenzy so having a guitar in my hands felt marvelous. Minor chords generate immense healing powers, I’m sure; and will catch up tomorrow.