Sitting home today with some sort of annoying cold that came on overnight. Ugh. I'm quarantining myself from a nice party today and instead finishing up some work. I'm proofing a well-written book, but I find it weighing heavily on me. Usually I can proofread without "feeling" it, but this book is one tough scene after another ... fighting, tension, uncertainty. I find myself wishing that there were more happy scenes to balance. It's a very good book, but I feel beaten down now that I'm coming to the end. Perhaps this lead to my weakened immune system!!

Spent yesterday returning things from the holidays that did not fit/work, getting things that do fit/work. I've said this before, but there are too many people in the world. Well, in this world around here, anyway.

I talked with R about my novel writing while eating at a new dim-sum place last night. Over cold sesame noodles, I expressed how I feel I've "lost" the characters, as I haven't been writing or thinking about them in quite some time now. I am sure once I get back to it, it will all flow again. But I have a hard time getting motivated to start again right now. I talked about setting one hour to write each day. I just don't think I can get up really early to do it ... and at night I'm trying to exercise/clean/cook. I could try it in the afternoon I guess. Got a nice encouraging message from my novelist friend last night, which helps keep my spirit up.

Back to the hot tea and tissues ...