I am sick. It’s just a cold, but I feel like I’m on deaths door. It’s amazing how easy it is to wave off colds. How quickly I forget. Scratchy throat, headache, stuffy nose, ugh. Luckily my cold waited until the end of my super busy week to smack me down. Unfortunately it didn’t notify my daughter that Mommy needs rest. It also doesn’t care all that much about the book I’m working on.

I’m experimented with the point of view in the third book. I was torn between a dual narrative between Hades and Persephone, or Aphrodite and Persephone. Now I’m thinking of doing all three. Crazy? Probably, but I’ll get the official verdict from my writers group next Saturday. IF I can get over this cold long enough to write. 

Ugh…