Miro Writes to Me Now and Then Marvin Hill
If I can just get through this week…
The manuscript is going out tomorrow. That’s it. It’s going. Can’t. Polish. Any. More.
Birthday is on Thursday. The second anniversary of my 33rd. With family politics resembling the Cold War, I’m not doing anything for it.
Oh, except one thing. I’m going in for a stroke screen that day.
I’m showing some disturbing symptoms. I have been since the Ortho Evra patch. So, I’m a bit…um…
concerned. I’ll let you know how it comes out. Fine, I’m sure. Writers are naturally hypochondriacs, right?
Work is picking up, but I’m not crazy about my new contact. Not crazy about her at all.
And there’s a ghost from the past knocking on the door yet again. After, “I’m not going to contact you again,” for the 5th time, you’d think she stop.
Ok. Enough grousing. Back to work.