Writing on a quiet day

I don't feel so good today. Got a bit of a headache and tummy ache, a bit of the angst that comes along with the blessing and curse of the natural monthly cycle.

There's something nice about it though. It forces me to stop and gives me a fantastic excuse to sit around feeling and looking dreadful and doing whatever I please. In these moments, I either sleep, watch a movie, or write. Today, I shall write.

I've got my cuppa and my cookies and my comfy place to sit. Off I go into my newest story, into the little mountain valley where a lonely girl will learn what to hold on to and what to let go...

(Oh, my. I just, for the first time in my life, dipped a ginger snap into a cup of hot tea. If ever you think you've discovered all of life's joys and begin to think there's nothing more to look forward to, it's certain you're wrong.)