Kage Baker could cope with most impediments to writing – except a bad cold.
Me, too.
The cold that descended on me over the weekend has only grown worse. My nose is no longer running incessantly, but that’s only because my lungs have filled up. I have two half-inflated, poorly maintained aquaria in my chest cavity and seem to be hacking up wet hamsters.
Under the influence of Nyquil, I have managed to survive the nights – but woke up this morning dreaming about two little ghoul girls living in a big house and garden in the Hollywood Hills. They were names Take and Treat, and they liked to play with ribbon wands. There may be a small, weird story in this.
I’m gonna chug some more Nyquil (the poor woman’s absinthe) and see if I can dream of other interesting things … maybe things in trousers …
Unless full fathom five my bones lie in the morning, Dear Readers, see you all tomorrow.
Kathleen, Kage and the Company 
Oh crap! Colds are the worst. They’re not even interesting like beriberi or that seven-year eye worm thing that may or may not really exist.
A story about creepy little ghoul girls living in a rundown mansion in the Hollywood Hills would be way cool.
Tim Powers wrote an excellent book called Medusa’s Web, involving a deteriorating old house in Hollywood, where all kinds of weird shit happens. You may have already read it.
Get well soon!
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