Oh, the wonders of a summer cold–or whatever other virus I seem to have. I went with my husband to his doctor’s appointment, and took my notebook. That was about the only time today I thought about writing.
Still on the “twisting stereotypes” kick, I wrote a micro-short-short story about an absent-minded professor. I’m not as satisfied with this one as I have been with my other micros; I think I could give it an even better twist if I think on it a bit more.
After I’d written this story, I realized today was supposed to be a rewrite day, but that’s okay. I don’t have enough brain, with the head full of glue, to even rewrite. Tomorrow is laundry day (what fun, if I still have this gambu), so I’ll see if I feel like writing or rewriting tomorrow.