Tecate

You've heard me say this: Keep writing, no matter what. But what if I'm sick as a dog, with a fever and a headcold and I can't stop blowing my nose for fear of asphyxiating on my own mucus? That was me last week. Gross!  Too much information!  I hear you say.  I know, I know.  But every now and then, even we writers get deathly illl.  How are we supposed…