Yesterday, I spent three hours at the doctor’s office. First, I got a cat scan to see if I have a deviated septum. I don’t. Next, I got a blood test to check for mono. I don’t have mono. Then, the doctor rubbed his chin and said, “Hmm, maybe we should remove your tonsils.” They decided against it. Instead, they put an IV in my veins and pumped me full of antibiotics for a half hour.
By then, it was like being on an extended and subdued acid trip. All the lights had tails, and the nurses’ voices were like Charlie Brown adults… “Wha, wha, wha.” Finally, the doc called my sinuses “Petri dishes.” They don’t drain properly, which is why I’ve been deathly ill for three weeks. Now, I have to go to an allergist and an ENT. Wanna switch places with me? Any takers? Anyone?
I’m explaining this because I’ve been lax about, say, everything in my life, and I’d hate for you—the reader—to get the wrong idea. So instead of you giving up on me, I’ll give you a suggestion and a teaser.
The suggestion is regarding Creative Nonfiction. I love Creative Nonfiction. They publish a journal for high quality nonfiction prose. Who doesn’t like that? It’s decidedly personal stuff, beautifully written. And now, they’re doing this Twitter contest every day. You gotta write a 130-word story, and they’ll re-tweet you if they dig what you’re serving. I entered my first one today, so if you’re on Twitter, check ‘em out, @cnfonline.
ALSO later this week, I’ll be interviewing debut YA author Becca Fitzpatrick, whose book Hush, Hush (Simon and Schuster) hits bookshelves October 13. I’ll follow up her interview with a full review of her soon-to-be-famous novel. Here’s more abut Becca and her book, Hush, Hush: http://www.beccafitzpatrick.com/.
See? I’m not lazy. I’m just sick. I’m doing stuff, okay? More to come…